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THE 


ADVENT   HARP; 


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BELIEVERS  IN  THE  SPEEDY  COMING  OF  CHRIST. 


Speak  to  yourselves  in  psalms  and  hymns  and  spiritual  songa,  singing  and 
makmg  melody  in  your  heart  to  the  Lord.  Eph-  6 :  19. 


BOSTON: 

PUBLISHED    BY   J.  V.   HIMES. 

1849. 


nr  PEEFACE. 

pieces,  that  have  seldom  been  sung,  with  new  pieces  that 
have  never  appeared  in  any  other  collection,  or  good  selec- 
tions ;  while  the  whole  have  been  carefully  revised  so  as  to 
make  them  suitable  for  general  use. 

To  the  friends  who  have  contributed  their  poetical  effu- 
sions, and  to  those  who  have  forwarded  choice  selections, 
we  are  very  grateful,  though  it  has  been  impossible  to  insert 
all  that  has  been  sent  us  without  swelling  the  book  beyond 
any  reasonable  size.  To  those  brethren  of  the  committee 
that  was  appointed  at  New  York  who  have  aided  in  tiie 
revision  and  correction  of  the  old  book,  and  also  in  selecting 
new  hymns,  we  express  our  sincere  thanks. 

Our  friends  will  be  gratified  to  find  this  book  free  from 
"parts,"  although  it  unites  all  the  advantages  of  the  "  Mil- 
lennial Harp."  The  pages  are  numbered  from  beginning 
to  end,  as  one  book.  The  index  refers  to  the  page  where 
any  h3nim  may  be  found  by  the  first  line.  The  hymns  with- 
out music  are  arranged  under  appropriate  heads,  according 
to  the  particular  subject  to  which  they  refer. 

Still  commending  our  Harp  to  God,  whose  aid  we  have 
sought  in  its  preparation,  we  trust  it  will  be  the  means  of 
aiding  some  of  our  fellow-pilgrims  to  hold  on  their  way, 
till  they  all  strike  their  harps  of  immortality  to  the  songs 
of  the  redeemed  in  the  kingdom  of  God  ! 

J.   V.  HiMES. 

Boston,  August,  1849. 


THE 


ADVENT    HARP. 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 


1.  ^.  P.  M. 

1  HOW  pleased  and  blessed  was  I 
To  hear  the  people  cry, 

"  Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day!" 

Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal. 

We  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorned  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round  ; 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 

The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

3  May  peace  attend  thy  gate. 
And  joy  within  thee  wait. 

To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest ; 

The  man  who  seeks  thy  peace, 

And  wishes  thine  increase, 
A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest. 

g^  7s,.  M. 

1  TO  thy  temple  we  repair  ; 
Lord,  we  love  to  worship  there ; 
While  to  thee  our  prayers  ascend, 
Let  thine  ear  in  love  attend  ; 


ADVENT    HARP. 

2  While  thy  glorious  name  is  sung, 
Tune  our  lips,  inspire  our  tongue ; 
Then  our  joyful  souls  shall  bless 
Christ,  the  Lord  our  Righteousness, 

3  While  thy  word  is  heard  with  awe, 
While  we  tremble  at  thy  law, 

Let  thy  gospel's  wondrous  love 
Every  doubt  and  fear  remove. 

4  From  thy  house  when  we  return, 
Let  our  hearts  within  us  burn  ; 
Then,  at  evening,  we  may  say, 

'  We  have  walked  with  God  to-day. 

3.  c.  M. 

1  EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 

I  haste  to  seek  thy  face ; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand  ; 
And  they  must  drink,  or  die. 

3  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys. 

Can  my  best  passions  move, 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice. 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

4  Thus,  till  my  last,  expiring  day, 

I  '11  bless  my  God  and  King  ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray. 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

4^  S.  M. 

1  COME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  knovni ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne 


J? 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banished  from  the  place  ; 
Religion  never  was  designed 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

3  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below ; 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  ftiith  and  hope  may  grow. 

5.  L-  M. 

1  PRAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  far  thee  ; 

Thy  saints  adore  thy  holy  name  ; 
Thy  creatures  bend  th'  obedient  knee, 
And,  humbly,  thy  protection  claim. 

2  Thy  hand  has  raised  us  from  the  dust ; 

The  breath  of  life  thy  spirit  gave  ; 
Where,  but  in  thee,  can  mortals  trust? 
Who,  but  our  God,  has  power  to  save  ? 

3  Eternal  Source  of  truth  and  light, 

To  thee  we  look,  on  thee  we  call ; 
Lord,  we  are  nothing  in  thy  sight, 
But  thou  to  us  art  all  in  all. 

4  Still  may  thy  children  in  thy  word 

Their  common  trust  and  refuge  see  ; 
O,  bind  us  to  each  other.  Lord, 

By  one  great  tie  —  the  love  of  thee. 

g,  7s.  M. 

1  CHRISTIANS,  brethren,  ere  we  part, 
Every  voice  and  every  heart 

Join,  and  to  our  Father  raise 
One  last  hymn  of  grateful  praise. 

2  Though  we"  here  should  meet  no  more, 
Yet  there  is  a  brighter  shore  ; 
There,  released  from  toil  and  pain. 
There  we  all  may  meet  again. 


ADVENT    HARP. 

7.  _  L.  M. 

1  IF,  in  a  temple  made  with  hands, 
God  speaketh  still  his  high  commands, 
Let  me  to  that  blest  place  repair, 
That  I  may  learn  my  duty  there. 

2  If,  in  the  ailments  of  the  soul, 

There  be  a  power  that  makes  it  whole, 
Let  me  to  that  pure  fount  apply, 
Lest  the  neglected  spirit  die. 

3  If  there  be  still  a  sacrifice. 
That  may  to  God  with  favor  rise. 
Let  me  present  a  contrite  heart, 
Ere  from  this  temple  I  depart. 

4  Where  God  w^ould  have  the  oflf'ring  made, 
There  be  the  willing  tribute  paid. 

Till  to  his  name  I  consecrate 
The  worship  of  an  endless  state. 

8.  L-  M. 

1  GOD  of  the  morning !  at  whose  voice 

The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies : 

2  Oh,  like  the  sun,  may  I  fulfil 

The  appointed  duties  of  the  day  ; 
With  ready  mind  and  active  will 

March  on,  and  keep  my  heavenly  way. 

3  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 

Enlightening  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 
Thy  threatenings  just,  thy  promise  sure ; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 

4  Give  me  thy  counsel  for  my  guide. 

And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss ; 
All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 

Are  faint  and  cold,  compared  with  this. 


PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

9,  c-  M- 

1  LOKD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 

My  voice  ascending  high ; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Oft  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there ; 
I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

4  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness ! 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

5  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name 

Shall  see  their  hopes  fulfilled ; 
The  mighty  God  shall  compass  them 
With  favor  as  a  shield. 

10.     ■  ^-  M- 

1  BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 

Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone. 
He  can  create  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay  and  formed  us  men ; 
And  when  like  wandering  sheep  we  strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  '11  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs. 

High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise ; 
And  earth  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise , 


6  ADVENT   HARP. 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command ; 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand 

When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

11.  L.  M. 

1  GREAT  God,  attend  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs ; 
To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  power, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  sun  —  he  makes  our  day ; 
God  is  our  shield  —  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  assaults  of  hell  and  sin  ; 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too ; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

12.  7s.  M. 

1  SONGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun. 
When  he  spake,  and  it  was  done 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away. 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  the  day  ; 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 


PUBLIC    WORSHIP. 

4  And  shall  man  alone  be  dumb, 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come! 
No  !  the  church  is  called  to  raise 
Psalms  and  hymns  of  grateful  praise. 

13.  L.  M. 

1  WE  bless  thee,  Lord,  that  we  have  met 
Once  more  before  thy  mercy-seat ; 
Thy  ransomed  family,  to  raise 

In  Jesus'  name  one  song  of  praise. 

2  And  now  thy  blessing  we  implore, 
To  guard  and  keep  us  evermore  ; 
Into  thine  hand  our  souls  commend, 
To  guide,  to  strengthen  and  defend. 

14^  L.  M. 

1  FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies.  Lord ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  to  set  no  more. 

15,  8  &  7s.  M. 

LORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above ; 
Let  us  each,  thy  peace  possessing, 

Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 


8  ^  ADVENT    HARP. 

THE    HOLY    SCRIPTURES 


16.  L-  M. 

1  GrOD,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known  ; 
'T  is  here  his  richest  mercy  shines. 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Wisdom  its  dictates  here  imparts, 

To  form  our  minds,  to  cheer  our  hearts ; 
Its  influence  makes  the  sinner  live  ; 
It  bids  the  drooping  saint  revive. 

3  Our  raging  passions  it  controls, 
And  comfort  yields  to  contrite  souls  ; 
It  brings  a  better  world  in  view, 

And  guides  us  all  our  journey  through. 

4  May  this  blest  volume  ever  lie 
Close  to  my  heart,  and  near  my  eye ; 
Till  life's  last  hour  my  soul  engage, 
And  be  my  chosen  heritage. 

17.  c.  M. 

1  THE  counsels  of  redeeming  grace 

The  sacred  leaves  unfold  ; 
And  here  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Our  raptured  eyes  behold. 

2  Here  light,  descending  from  above, 

Directs  our  doubtful  feet ; 
Here  promises  of  heavenly  love 
Our  ardent  wishes  meet. 

3  Our  numerous  gifts  are  here  redrest, 

And  all  our  wants  supplied  ; 
Nought  we  can  ask  to  make  us  blest, 
Is  in  this  book  denied. 


THE    HOLY    SCRIPTURES.  9 

4  For  these  inestimable  gains, 
That  so  enrich  the  mind, 
0  may  we  search  with  eager  pains, 
Assured  that  we  shall  find. 

18.  c-  M- 

1  FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines ! 
Forever  be  thy  name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find ; 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And  yields  a  free  repast ; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around ; 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys, 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

5  O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see. 
And  still  increasing  light ! 

6  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  forever  near  ;  ';  <  • 

Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  near. 

19.  "s.  M. 

*  1  HOLY  Bible !  book  divine  ! 

Precious  treasure,  thou  art'mine  ! 
Mine,  to  tell  me  whence  I  came ; 
Mine,  to  teach  me  what  I  am ; 


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ADVENT    HARP. 

2  Mine,  to  chide  me  when  I  rove ; 
Mine,  to  show  a  Saviour's  love ; 
Mine,  art  thou,  to  guide  my  feet ; 
Mine,  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit ; 

3  Mine,  to  comfort  in  distress. 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless  ; 
Mine,  to  show,  by  living  faith, 
Man  can  triumph  over  death ; 

4  Mine,  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  rebel  sinner's  doom  ; 
O  thou  holy  book  divine  I 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine. 

20.  c.  M. 

1  HAIL,  sacred  truth !  whose  piercing  rays 

Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 

Diffusing  o'er  the  mental  world 

The  healing  beams  of  light. 

2  Jesus,  thy  word,  with  friendly  aid, 

Restores  our  wandering  feet ; 
Converts  the  sorrows  of  the  mind 
To  joys  divinely  sweet. 

3  O  send  thy  light  and  truth  abroad, 

In  all  their  radiant  blaze. 
And  bid  th'  admiring  world  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  grace. 

21.  I-  M. 

1  'T  WA  S  by  an  order  from  the  Lord 
The  ancient  prophets  spoke  his  word ; 
His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  inspire. 
And  warm  their  hearts  with  heavenly  fire. 

2  Great  God  !  mine  eyes  with  pleasure  look 
On  the  dear  volume  of  thy  book ; 

There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  see. 
And  read  his  name  who  died  for  me. 


THE    HOLY    SCRIPTURES. 

3  Let  the  false  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  lost  and  vanish  in  the  wind ; 
Here  1  can  fix  my  hope  secure  ; 
This  is  thy  word  —  and  must  endure. 

22.  ^-  ^• 

1  WHAT  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic,  like  the  sun  ! 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age  ; 
It  gives  —  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  power  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 
It  makes  the  simple  truly  wise, 
It  gives  the  hungry  meat. 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  him  I  love. 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 
Where  we  shall  meet  above. 

23.  c-  M. 

1  WHAT  is  the  chaff,  the  word  of  man, 

When  set  against  the  wheat  1 
Can  it  a  dying  soul  sustain, 
Like  that  immortal  meat? 

2  Thy  word,  O  God,  with  heavenly  bread 

The  children  doth  supply  ; 
And  those  who  by  thy  word  are  fed, 
Their  souls  shall  never  die. 

24.  ^-  ^• 

*  1  O,  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  law  ! 
'T  is  daily  my  delight ; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 

Divine  advice  by  night,  't^ 


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12  'ADVENT   HARP. 

2  I  wake  before  the  dawn  of  day, 

To  meditate  thy  word ; 
My  soul  with  longing  melts  away, 
To  hear  thy  gospel,  Lord. 

3  Thy  heavenly  words  my  heart  engage, 

And  well  employ  my  tongue, 
And,  through  my  weary  pilgrimage, 
Yield  me  a  heavenly  song. 

4  When  nature  sinks,  and  spirits  droop. 

Thy  promises  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praise. 


PREACHING    AND    TEACHING 


25,  8s.  M.     61. 

1  INSPIRER  of  the  ancient  seers, 

Who  wrote  from  thee  the  sacred  page. 
The  same  through  all  succeeding  years ; 

To  us,  in  our  degenerate  age. 
The  spirit  of  thy  word  impart. 
And  breathe  the  life  into  our  heart. 

2  When  from  the  way  of  life  we  rove, 

The  living  God  through  sin  forsake, 
Our  conscience  by  thy  word  reprove. 

Convince  and  bring  the  wand'rers  back ; 
Deep  wounded  by  thy  Spirit's  sword. 
And  then  by  Gilead's  balm  restored. 

3  The  sacred  lessons  of  thy  grace. 

Transmitted  through  thy  word,  repeat. 
And  train  us  up  in  all  thy  ways, 

To  make  us  in  thy  will  complete ; 
Fulfil  thy  love's  redeeming  plan, 
And  bring  us  to  a  perfect  man. 


PREACHING    AND    TEACHING. 

4  Furnished  out  of  thy  treasury, 
O  may  we  always  ready  stand 
To  help  the  souls  redeemed  by  thee, 

In  what  their  various  states  demand ; 
To  teach,  convince,  correct,  reprove, 
And  build  them  up  in  holiest  love. 

26.  ,^  c.  M. 

1  JESUS,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord, 

To  thee  I  lift  mine  eyes  ; 
Teach  and  instruct  me  by  thy  word, 
And  make  me  truly  wise. 

2  Make  me  to  know  and  understand 

Thy  whole  revealed  will ; 
Fain  would  I  learn  to  comprehend 
Thy  love  more  clearly  still. 

3  Help  me  to  read  the  Bible  o'er 

With  ever  new  delight : 
Help  me  to  love  its  Author  more ; 
To  seek  thee  day  and  night. 

4  O  let  it  purify  my  heart, 

And  guide  me  all  my  days ; 
Its  wonders,  Lord,  to  me  impart, 
And  thou  shalt  have  the  praise. 

27.  s.  M. 

1  HOW  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  the  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found. 

2  How  blessed  are  our  eyes. 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ; 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long. 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

3  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 
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14  ADVENT   HARP. 

4  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad ; 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

28.  c.  M. 

1  LIGHT  of  the  world,  shine  on  our  soula. 

Thy  grace  to  us  afford  ; 
And  while  we  meet  to  learn  thy  truth, 
Be  thou  our  teacher,  Lord. 

2  As  once  thou  didst  thy  word  expound 

To  those  that  walked  with  thee, 
So  teach  us,  Lord,  to  understand. 
And  its  blest  fulness  see  ; 

3  Its  richness,  sweetness,  power  and  depth. 

Its  holiness  discern  ; 
Its  joyful  news  of  saving  grace 
By  blest  experience  learn. 

4  Help  us  each  other  to  assist ; 

Thy  Spirit  now  impart ; 
Keep  humble,  but  with  love  inflame 
To  thee  and  thine,  each  heart. 

5  Thus  may  thy  word  be  dearer  still, 

And  studied  more  each  day  ; 
And  as  it  richly  dwells  within, 
Thyself  in  it  display. 

29.  L.  M. 

1  COMFORT,  ye  ministers  of  grace, 

Comfort  the  people  of  your  Lord ; 
O  lift  ye  up  the  fallen  race, 

And  cheer  them  by  the  gospel  word. 

2  Go  into  every  nation,  go, 

Speak  to  their  trembling  hearts,  and  cry, 
Glad  tidings  unto  all  we  show  ; 
Jerusalem,  thy  God  is  ni^h  ! 


PREACHING   AND   TEACHING.  ^$ 

3  Hark !  in  the  wilderness  a  cry, 

A  voice  that  loudly  calls,  Prepare  ! 
Prepare  your  hearts,  for  God  is  nigh : 
Then  he  the  guilty  will  not  spare. 

4  The  glory  of  the  Lord  displayed 

Shall  all  mankind  together  view, 
And  what  his  mouth  in  truth  hath  said, 
His  own  almighty  hand  shall  do. 

30.  c.  M. 

1  FATHER  of  all,  in  whom  alone 
We  live,  and  move,  and  breathe, 
One  bright,  celestial  ray  dart  down, 
And  cheer  thy  sons  beneath. 

8  While  in  thy  word  we  search  for  thee, 
(We  search  with  trembling  awe !) 
Open  our  eyes,  and  let  us  see 
The  wonders  of  thy  law. 

3  Now  let  our  darkness  comprehend 
The  light  that  shines  so  clear ; 
Now  the  revealing  Spirit  send. 
And  give  us  ears  to  hear. 

31.  C.  M. 

1  BEFORE  thy  mercy-seat,  0  Lord! 

Behold  thy  servants  stand, 
To  ask  the  knowledge  of  thy  word. 
The  guidance  of  thy  hand. 

2  Let  thy  eternal  truths,  we  pray, 

Dwell  richly  in  each  heart ; 
That  from  the  safe  and  narrow  way 
We  never  may  depart. 

3  Lord,  from  thy  word  remove  the  seal, 

Unfold  its  hidden  store  ; 
And  teach  us,  as  we  read,  to  feel 
Its  value  more  and  more. 


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4  Thus,  while  thy  word  our  weakness  guides, 
Oh  may  we  safely  go 
To  those  fair  realms  where  love  provides 
A  final  rest  from  woe  I 

32.  L.  M. 

1  GOD  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints 

When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurled 

Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there, 
Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world, 
Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  There  is  a  stream,  whose  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ; 
Life,  love,  and  joy  still  gliding  through. 
And  cheering  our  divine  abode. 

4  That  sacred  stream,  thine  holy  word, 

That  all  our  raging  fear  controls  ; 
Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford, 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls 

33.  c.  M. 

1  ONCE  more  we  bow  before  our  God, 

Once  more  his  blessing  ask  ; 

Oh !  may  not  duty  seem  a  load, 

Nor  worship  prove  a  task  ! 

2  Father,  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  send 

From  heaven  in  Jesus'  name  ; 
To  make  our  waiting  minds  attend, 
And  put  our  souls  in  frame. 

3  May  we  receive  the  word  we  hear. 

Each  in  an  honest  heart ; 
And  keep  the  precious  treasure  there, 
And  never  with  it  part. 


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,       4  To  seek  thee  all  our  hearts  dispose, 
To  each  thy  blessiiig  suit, 
And  let  the  seed  thy  servant  sows 
Produce  a  plenteous  fruit. 

34.  L.  M. 

1  THY  presence,  gracious  God,  afford  ; 
Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word ; 
Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear, 
And  faith  be  mixed  with  what  we  hear. 

2  Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
And  fix  our  hearts  on  things  above ; 
With  food  divine  may  we  be  fed. 
And  satisfied  with  living  bread. 

3  To  each  thy  sacred  word  apply, 
With  sov'reign  power  and  energy ; 
And  may  we,  in  thy  faith  and  fear, 
Reduce  to  practice  what  we  hear. 

4  Father,  in  us  thy  Son  reveal ; 
Teach  us  to  know  and  do  thy  will ; 
Thy  saving  power  and  love  display, 
And  guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day, 

35.  8  &  7s.  M. 

1  PRAISE  to  Him  by  whose  kind  favor 

Heavenly  truth  has  reached  our  ears ; 
May  its  sweet  reviving  savor 

Fill  our  hearts  and  calm  our  fears. 

2  Truth  !  how  sacred  is  the  treasure  ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  its  worth  to  know  : 
Vain  the  hope,  and  short  the  pleasure, 
Which  from  other  sources  flow. 

3  What  of  truth  we  have  been  hearing. 

Fix,  O  Lord,  in  every  heart ; 
\j.  In  the  day  of  thy  appearing, 

May  we  share  thy  people's  part. 


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4  Till  we  leave  this  world  forever, 
May  we  live  beneath  thine  eye  ; 
This  our  aim,  our  sole  endeavor, 
Thine  to  live,  and  thine  to  die. 


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REDEMPTION. 


§6.  ''  M. 

1  COME,  tune,  ye  sainfe,  your  noblest  strains. 

Your  dying ,  risen  Lord  to  sing ; 
And  echo,  to  the  heavenly  plains, 
The  triumphs  of  your  Saviour  King. 

2  In  songs  of  grateful  rapture  tell 

How  he  subdued  your  potent  foes ; 
Subdued  the  pov/ers  of  death  and  hell, 
And,  dying,  finished  all  your  woes. 

3  Then  to  his  glorious  throne  on  high 

Returned,  while  hymning  angels  round; 
Through  the  bright  arches  of  the  sky, 
The  Lord,  the  conquering  Lord,  resound. 

4  Almighty  love  !  victorious  power ! 

Not  angel  tongues  can  e'er  display 
The  wonders  of  that  dreadful  hour  — 
The  joys  of  that  illustrious  da)^ 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  wondrous  grace 

Fill  every  heart,  and  every  tongue ; 
Till  the  full  glories  of  thy  face 
Inspire  a  sweeter,  nobler  song. 

37.  L.  M. 

1  JESUS,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress  ; 
When  earth  dissolves,  then,  without  dread, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 


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2  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  thy  great  day ; 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay  ? 
Fully  absolved,  through  these,  I  am, 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame. 

3  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears, 
When  ruined  nature  sinks  in  years ; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorioifs  hue, 
The  robe'of  Clirist  is  ever  new. 

4  Lord,  I  believe,  were  sinners  more 
Than  sands  upon  the  ocean  shore. 
Thou  hast  for  all  a  ransom  paid, 
For  all  a  full  atonement  made. 

6  O,  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice  ; 
Now  bid  thy  banished  ones  rejoice ; 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
*'  Jesus,  the  Lord,  our  Righteousness." 


38.  c.  M. 

1  COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 

With  angels  round  the  throne : 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

"To  be  exalted  thus!" 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas. 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high. 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 


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5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

39.  c.  M. 

1  NOW  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 

Be  endless  blessings  paid ; 
Salvation  J  glory,  joy,  remain 
Forever  on  thy  head. 

2  Thou  hast  redeemed  us  by  thy  blood, 

And  set  the  prisoners  free ; 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  Goi, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 

40.  .  CM.. 

1  OH  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

The  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  glories  of  our  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

2  Jesus  !  the  name  that  soothes  our  fears. 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
...  'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears  ; 
'T  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

3  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 

And  sets  the  prisoners  free ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean ; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

4  He  speaks  ;  and,  listening  to  his  voice, 

New  life  the  dead  receive  ; 
The  broken,  contrite  hearts  rejoice  ; 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

5  Hear  him,  ye  deaf ;  his  praise,  ye  dumb. 

Your  loosened  tongues  employ  ; 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come ; 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 


REDEMPTION.  ^ 


41,  L.  M. 

1  WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 

On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast. 

Save  in  thy  death,  thou  Just  and  Good ! 
All  the  vain  things  which  charm  me  most, 
I  leave  them  for  thy  precious  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet. 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ; 

Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet,    '. 

Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown?  !' 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  an  offering  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  ray  life,  my  all. 


42.  ^'  M- 

*  1  PLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes,  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief. 
He  came,  and  (oh  amazing  love !) 
He  died  for  our  relief. 

3  Oh !  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

4  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys. 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But,  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes. 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 


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43.  H.  M. 

1  COME,  ye  who  love 'the  Lord, 

And  feel  his  quick'ning  power, 
Unite  with  one  accord. 
His  goodness  to  adore  ; 
To  heaven  and  earth  aloud  proclaim 
Your  great  Redeemer's  glorious  name 

2  He  leflfhis  throne  above 

His  glory  laid  aside, 
Came  dovni  on  wings  of  love. 
And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died  : 
The  pangs  he  bore,  what  tongue  can  tell, 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell  1 

3  He  burst  the-grave  :  he  rose 

Victorious  from  the  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  vanquished^oes 

In  glorious  triumph  led  : 
Up  through  the  heavens  the  Conqueror  rode, 
Triumphant  to  the  throne  of  God. 

4  He  soon  again  will  come, 

(His  chariot  will  not  stay,) 
To  take  his  children  home 

To  realms  of  endless  day  : 
We  there  shall  see  him  face  to  face. 
And  sing  the  triumphs  of  his  grace. 

44.  CM. 

1  MY  song  shall  always  be  of  him 

Who  gave  himself  for  me  ; 
Who  died  a  sinner  to  redeem, 
And  bled  upon  the  tree. 

2  I  never  can  his  love  forget 

Who  suffered  for  my  good  ; 
His  wounded  head,  hands,  side,  and  feet, 
Poured  forth  the  sacred  flood. 


45. 


PROVIDENCE. 

3  Like  him,  on  earth  I  wish  to  be, 

That  when  he  doth  appear, 
I  may  rejoice  his  face  to  see, 
And  his  blest  voice  to  hear. 

4  For  time  to  come  I  would  fulfil 

The  wishes  of  my  Lord, 
Obey  his  precepts,  do  his  will, 
And  magnify  his  word.     . 

L.  M. 

BEHOLD,  the  blind  their  sight  receive  ! 

Behold,  the  dead  awake  and  live  ! 

The  dumb  speak  wonders  !  and  the  lame 

Leap  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name  ! 

2  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  seal  the  mission  of  his  Son ; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  cause, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  cross. 

3  He  dies !  the  heavens  in  mourning  stood  ; 
He  rises  !  and  appears  with  God  : 
Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 

No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die  ! 

4  Hence  and  forever  from  my  heart 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 
And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign, 
Whicli  bear  credentials  so  divine 


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PROVIDENCE. 


C.  M. 
GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 

His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea. 

And  rides  upon  the  storm. 


24  ADVENT    HARP. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense,  p 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain  : 
God  is  his  own  interpreter. 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

47.  lis.  M. 

1  DAUGHTER  of  Zion!  awake  from  thy  sadness ; 

Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no  more ; 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of  gladness ; 
Arise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrows  is  o'er. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes  ;  but  the  arm  that  subdued  them, 

And  scattered  their  legions,  was  mightier  far ; 
They  fled  like  the  chaff  from  the  scourge  that  pursued 
them ; 
Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots  of  war. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion !  the  power  that  hath  saved  thee 

Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  shall  be  ; 
Shout !  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  enslaved  thee, 
Th'  oppressor  is  vanquished,  and  Zion  is  free. 


PROVIDENCE.  ^ 

48.  10  &  Us    M. 

1  O,  WORSHIP  the  King,  all  glorious  above ! 
O,  gratefully  sing  his  unchangeable  love ! 
Our  Shield  and  Defender,  the  Ancient  of  days, 
Pavilioned  in  splendor,  and  girded  with  praise. 

2  O,  tell  of  his  might !  O,  sing  of  his  grace ! 
Whose  robe  is  the  light,  whose  canopy  space ; 

His  chariots  of  wrath  the  deep  thunder  clouds  from, 
And  dark  is  his  path  on  the  wings  of  the  storm. 

3  Thy  bountiful  care  what  tongue  can  recite  ? 
It  breathes  in  the  air,  it  shines  in  the  light, 

It  streams  from  the  hills,  it  descends  to  the  plain, 
And  sweetly  distils  in  the  dew  and  the  rain. 

4  Frail  children  of  dust,  and  feeble  as  frail. 
In  thee  do  we  trust,  nor  find  thee  to  fail ; 
Thy  mercies  how  tender,  how  firm  to  the  end  ! 
Our  Maker,  Defender,  Redeemer,  and  Friend ! 

6  O  Lord  of  all  might,  how  boundless  thy  love ! 
While  angels  delight  to  hymn  thee  above. 
The  humbler  creation,  though  feeble  their  lays 
With  true  adoration  shall  lisp  to  thy  praise. 

49.  '«•  M. 

1  QUIET,  Lord,  my  fro  ward  heart. 

Make  me  teachable  and  mild , 
Humble,  upright,  free  from  art; 

Make  me  as  a  little  child, 
From  distrust  and  envy  free, 
■    Pleased  with  all  that  pleases  thee. 

2  What  thou  shalt  to-day  provide 

Let  me  thankfully  receive ; 
What  to-morrow  may  betide 

Calmly  to  thy  wisdom  leave ; 
'T  is  enough  that  thou  wilt  care  — 
Why  should  I  the  burden  bear] 


26  ADVENT    HARP. 

3  As  a  little  child  relies 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own,  — 
Knows  he  's  neither  strong  nor  wisCi 

Fears  to  stir  a  step  alone  ; 
Let  me  thus  with  thee  abide, 
Thee  my  Father,  guard  and  guide. 

50.         ^^         ^'  M. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me  ; 

His  loving-kindness,  oh  how  free ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  by  the  fall. 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate ; 
His  loving-kindness,  oh  how  great! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along  ; 

His  loving-kindness,  oh  how  strong  ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood  ; 
His  loving-kindness,  oh  how  good ! 

5  Soon  I  may  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  may  fail ; 

0  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death  ! 

6  When  conquered  death  shall  yield  its  prey 
When  Christ  shall  call  his  saints  away, 

1  '11  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 

51.  ^-  ^^• 

*  1  WHAT  shall  I  render  to  my  God 
For  all  his  kindness  shown  ? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode. 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 


PROVIDENCE.  ^ 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thy  house, 

My  offerings  shall  be  paid  ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vow8 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

4  Let  me  be  thine,  forever  thine  ; 

Let  not  my  purpose  move  ; 
Thy  hand  hath  loosed  my  bands  of  pain, 

0  bind  me  with  thy  love  ! 

52.  c.  M. 

1  LORD,  in  the  winds,  and  waves,  and  sky, 

1  see  thee  present  here  ; 
And  looking  at  thyself  I  cry, 

"  Can  I  be  still  thy  care?  " 

2  I  think  of  days  and  dangers  past, 

When  I  have  found  thee  nigh  ; 
And  wonder  how  thy  love  can  last 
To  one  so  vile  as  L 

3  I  think  of  terrors  near  at  hand. 

Of  judgment  yet  to  come, 
When  1  before  tliy  face  must  stand, 
And  hear  my  final  doom. 

4  The  sense  of  all  I  've  been  and  done 

Would  fill  me  with  despair ; 
But  to  my  Saviour's  cross  I  run, 
And  find  a  refuge  there. 

5  I  know  he  has  the  power  to  aid  ; 

I  know  he  has  the  will ; 
And  he  who  once  for  sinners  bled 
Can  rescue  sinners  still. 


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28  .ADVENT    HARP. 

53.  L.  M. 

1  THAT  man  no  guard  nor  weapon  needs, 

The  power  of  Jesus'  love  who  knows ; 
But  safe  may  pass  where  duty  leads, 

Through  burning  sands  or  mountain  snows. 

2  Released  from  guilt,  he  feels  no  fear ; 

Redemption  is  his  shield  and  tower ; 
He  sees  the  Saviour  always  near, 
To  help  in  every  trying  hour. 

3  Christ's  love  possessing,  he  is  blessed  ; 

Secure  whatever  change  may  come  ; 
Whether  he  go  to  east  or  west. 
With  Christ  he  always  is  at  home. 

4  If  placed  beneath  the  northern  pole, 

Though  winter  reigns  with  rigor  there, 
Christ's  gracious  beams  will  cheer  his  soul, 
And  make  a»spring  throughout  the  year. 

5  Or  if  the  desert's  sun-burnt  soil 

His  lonely  dwelling  e'er  should  prove, 
Christ's  presence  will  sustain  his  toil, 
Whose  smile  is  life, .whose  voice  is  love. 

54.  ^-  ^'^• 

1  FATHER,  'tis  thine  each  day  to  yield 

Our  wants  a  fresh  supply  ; 
To  clothe  the  lilies  of  the  field, 
And  hear  the  ravens  cry. 

2  Thy  love  in  all  thy  works  we  see, 

Thy  promise,  Lord,  we  plead. 
And  humbly  cast  our  care  on  thee, 
Who  knowest  all  our  need. 

3  Let  not  the  world  engage  our  lovej 

Nor  cares  our  bosom  fill ; 
But  fix  our  heart  on  things  above, 
That  we  may  do  thy  will. 


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4  The  comfort  of  thy  light  bestow  ; 
Our  faith,  O  Lord,  increase, 
And  grant  thy  presence  here  below, 
The  dawn  of  endless  peace. 

55.  L.  M. 

1  ALMIGHTY  Lord  of  earth  and  skies, 
Supremely  good,  supremely  wise  ; 
Fix  thou  the  place  of  our  abode  ; 

But  may  we  still  live  near  to  God. 

2  Where'er  our  dwelling  shall  be  found. 
We  will  thy  throne  of  grace  surround, 
An  altar  to  thy  name  we  '11  raise. 
With  sacrifice  of  prayer  and  praise. 

3  With  faith  and  with  devotion,  Lord, 
Teach  us  each  day  to  hear  thy  word  ; 
Grant  us  thy  light  to  learn  thy  will, 
Grant  us  thy  strength  to  do  it  still. 

4  Give  thou  the  visits  of  thy  grace ; 
Let  all  our  household  seek  thy  face  ; 
Our  circle  with  thy  presence  bless  ; 
Keep  out  each  root  of  bitterness. 

5  Thus,  while  we  sojourn  here  below, 
Let  streams  of  mercy  round  us  flow, 
Till  safe  we  see  our  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  mansions  find  a  place. 

56.  c.  M. 

1  SWEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 

My  God,  my  heavenly  King  ; 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness 
In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 

His  goodness  to  the  skies  ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  shines. 
And  every  want  supplies. 
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30  ADVENT    HAFiP. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wail 

On  thee  for  daily  food  ; 
Thy  liberal  hand  provides  their  meat. 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  compassions,  Lord  I 

How  slow  thine  auger  moves  ! 
But  soon  1^  sends  his  pardoning  word. 
To  cheer  the  souls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endless  race, 

Thy  power  and  praise  proclaim  ; 
But  saints,  tliat  taste  thy  richer  grace. 
Delight  to  bless  thy  name, 

57.  L.  p.  M. 

1  GOD  of  my  life,  how  good,  how  wise^ 

Thy  judgments  to  my  soul  have  heeu ; 
They  were  bu  mercies  in  disguise, 

The  painful  remedies  of  sin  ; 
How  different  now  thy  ways  appear ! 
Most  merciful  when  most  severe. 

2  Since  first  the  maze  of  life  I  trod. 

Hast  thou  not  hedged  about  my  way ; 
My  worldly  vain  designs  withstood. 

And  robbed  my  passions  of  their  prey 
Withheld  the  fuel  from  the  fire. 
And  crossed  each  foolish,  fond  desire? 

3  Thou  wouldst  not  let  thy  captive  go, 

Or  leave  me  to  my  carnal  will ; 
Thy  love  forbade  my  rest  below  — 

Thy  patient  love  pursued  me  still, 
And  moved  me  from  my  sin  to  part. 
And  tore  the  idol  from  my  heart. 

4  But  can  I  now  the  loss  lament, 

And  murmur  at  thy  friendly  blow? 
Thy  friendly  blow  my  heart  hath  rent 

From  every  seeming  good  below ; 
Thrice  happy  loss !  which  makes  me  se© 
My  happiness  is  all  in  thee. 


PROVIDENCE. 

58,  c.  M. 

1  LORD,  through  the  dubious  paths  of  life 

Thy  feeble  servant  guide  ; 
Supported  by  thy  powerful  arm, 
My  footsteps  shall  not  slide. 

Q  To  thee,  O  my  unerring  Guide, 
I  would  myself  resign  ; 
In  all  my  ways  acknowledge  thee, 
And  form  m.y  will  by  thine. 

3  Thus  shall  each  blessing  of  thy  hand 

Be  doubly  sweet  to  me  ; 
And  in  new  griefs  I  still  shall  have 
A  refuge,  Lord,  in  thee. 

4  Lord,  by  thy  counsel  while  I  live, 

Guide  thou  my  wand'ring  feet ; 
And  when  my  course  on  earth  is  run, 
Conduct  me  to  thy  seat. 

59.  ^  ^ 

*  1  AFFLICTED  saint,  to  Christ  draw  near ; 
Thy  Saviour's  gracious  promise  hear ; 
His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee, 
That  as  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be. 

2  Let  not  thy  heart  despond  and  say, 

"  How  shall  I  stand  the  trying  day?" 
He  has  engaged  by  firm  decree 
That  as  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be. 

3  Thy  faith  is  weak,  thy  foes  are  strong ; 
And  if  the  conflict  should  be  long. 
Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee ; 
For  as  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be. 

4  Should  persecution  rage  and  flame, 
Still  trust  in  thy  Redeemer's  name ; 
In  fiery  trials  thou  shalt  see 

That  as  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be. 


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32  ADVENT    HARP. 

SIGNS    OF   THE    TIMES. 


60.  's-  M. 

1  WATCHMAN  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
•  Traveller  !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! 
Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  1 
Traveller  !  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day, 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night ; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Traveller  !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends. 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  1 
Traveller  !  ages  are  its  own  ; 

See !  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth  I 

3  Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Traveller  !  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn  ! 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wandering  cease 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveller  !  lo,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo,  the  Son  of  God  is  come  ! 

gj^  4  8s.  &  2  6s.  M. 

1  HOW  happy  are  the  little  flock, 
Who,  safe  beneath  their  guardian  Rock, 

In  all  commotions  rest ; 
When  war's  and  tumult's  waves  run  high. 
Unmoved  above  the  storm  they  lie, 
And  lodg-e  in  Jesus'  breast. 


62. 


SIGNS    OF    THE    TIMES. 

J  Such  happiness,  O  Lord,  have  v.e, 
By  mercy  gathered  into  thee 
Before  the  floods  descend 
And  while  the  bursting  cloud  comes  down, 
We  mark  the  vengeful  day  begun, 
And  calmly  wait  the  end. 
J  The  plague,  and  dearth,  and  din  of  war, 
Our  Saviour's  swift  approach  declare, 

And  bid  our  hearts  arise  ; 
Earth's  basis  shook,  confirms  our  hope  ; 
Its  cities'  fall  but  lifts  us  up 
To  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 
I  Thy  tokens  we  with  joy  confess ; 
The  war  proclaims  thee  Prince  of  peace  ; 

The  earthquake  speaks  thy  power  ; 
The  famine  all  thy  fulness  brings ;  _ 
The  plague  presents  thy  healing  wings 
And  nature's  final  hour. 
5  Whatever  ills  the  world  befall, 
A  pledge  of  endless  good  we  call, 

A  sign  of  Jesus  near. 
His  chariot  will  not  long  delay ; 
We  hear  the  rumbling  wheels,  and  pray, 
"  Triumphant  Lord,  appear  !" 

C.  I\L 

1  THE  Lord  our  Saviour  will  appear  ; 

His  day  is  nigh  at  hand  ; 
The  signs  bespeak  his  coming  near, 
And  all  may  understand. 

2  Behold,  he  comes  !  he  comes  to  reign 

On  earth  with  all  his  saints  ; 
Jesus,  the  Lamb  of  God,  once  slain, 
Will  end  our  long  complaints. 

3  The  prince  of  darkness  he  will  bind  ; 

The  hosts  of  hell  o'erthrow  ; 
Satan,  in  the  abyss  confined, 

The  power  of  Christ  shall  know. 


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ADVENT    HARP. 

4  Then,  those  who  suffered  for  his  name. 

And  did  obey  his  word, 
Shall  rise  in  glory,  and  proclaim 
The  goodness  of  their  Lord. 

5  The  wonders  of  that  happy  age 

What  mortal  can  declare  1 
We  view  with  joy  the  sacred  page, 
For  we  can  read  them  there. 

63.  7^-  M- 

1  SEE  the  gloomy,  gathering  cloud, 

Hanging  o'er  a  sinful  land ! 
Sure  the  Lord  proclaims  aloud 

Times  of  trouble  are  at  hand ; 
Happy  they  who  love  his  name  ; 

They  shall  always  find  him  near ; 
Though  the  earth  were  wrapped  in  fiame, 

They  have  no  just  cause  for  fear. 

2  Hark  !  his  voice,  in  accents  mild, 

(O,  how  comforting  and  sweet !) 
Speaks  to  every  humble  child, 

Pointing  out  a  sure  retreat. 
Come,  and  in  my  chambers  hide ; 

Here  's  your  refuge,  here  alone  ; 
Here  you  safely  m.ay  abide 

Till  the  storm  be  overblown. 

3  You  have  only  to  repose 

On  my  wisdom,  love  and  care ; 
And  when  wrath  consumes  my  foes, 

Mercy  shall  my  children  spare. 
While  they  perish  in  the  flood, 

You,  that  bear  my  holy  mark, 
Sprinkled  v/ith  atoning  blood. 

Shall  be  safe  within  the  ark. 

4  Sinners,  see  the  ark  prepared  ! 

Haste  to  enter  while  there  's  room  , 
Though  the  Lord  his  arm  has  bared, 
Mercy  still  retards  your  doom. 


SIGNS    OF   THE    TIMES.  Sji 

Seek  him  while  there  yet  is  hope. 

Ere  the  day  of  grace  be  past ; 
Lest  in  wrath  he  give  you  up, 

And  this  call  should  prove  your  last. 

64.  c.  M. 

1  WHEN  a  black  o'erspreading  cloud 

Has  darkened  all  the  air, 
And  peals  of  thunder,  roaring  loud, 
Proclaim  the  tempest  near  ; 

2  Then  guilt  and  fear,  the  fruits  of  sin, 

The  sinner  oft  pursue  ; 
A  louder  storm  is  heard  within, 
And  conscience  thunders  too- 

3  But  whither  shall  the  sinner  flee, 

When  nature's  mighty  frame, 
The  ponderous  earth,  and  air,  and  sea, 
Shall  all  dissolve  in  flame  ? 

4  Amazing  day  1  it  comes  apace  ; 

The  Lord  as  Judge  comes  down ; 
Will  sinners  bear  to  see  his  face, 
Or  stand  before  his  frown? 

5  Believers,  you  may  well  rejoice  ; 

The  thunder's  loudest  strains 
Should  be  to  you  a  welcome  voice, 
That  tells  you  "  Jesus  reigns  !" 

65.  c.  M. 

1  THE  gatli'ring  clouds,  with  aspect  dark, 

A  rising  storm  presage  ; 
O  to  be  hid  within  the  ark, 
And  sheltered  from  its  rage ! 

2  See  the  commissioned  angel  frown  ; 

That  vial  in  his  hand,  ^ 

Filled  with  fierce  wi-ath ,  is  pouring  down 
Upon  our  guilty  land. 


36  ADVENT  HARP. 

3  Ye  saints,  unite  in  wrestling  prayer, 

If  yet  there  may  be  hope  ; 
Who  knows  but  mercy  yet  may  spare, 
And  bid  the  angel  stop  1 

4  May  we  at  least,  with  one  consent. 

Fall  low  before  the  throne  ; 
With  tears  the  nation's  sins  lament. 
The  church's  and  our  own. 

5  The  humble  souls  who  mourn  and  pray, 

The  Lord  approves  and  knows ; 
His  mark  secures  them  in  the  day 
When  vengeance  strikes  his  foes. 


THE    SECOND   ADVENT. 


66.  L.  M. 

1  THE  Lord  will  come  ;  the  earth  shall  quake ; 
The  hills  their  fixed  seats  forsake  ; 

And,  withering,  from  the  vault  of  night 
The  stars  withdraw  their  feeble  light. 

2  The  Lord  will  come  ;  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  he  came,  — 

A  silent  Lamb  to  slaughter  led, 

The  bruised,  the  suffering,  and  the  dead. 

3  The  Lord  will  come  ;  a  dreadful  form. 
With  wreath  of  flame  and  robe  of  storm, 
On  cherub  wings  and  wings  of  wind, 
Anointed  Judge  of  human-kind. 

4  Can  this  be  he  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway. 

By  power  oppressed,  and  mocked  by  pride  ? 
0  God  !  is  this  the  Crucified  ? 


THE    SECOND   ADVENT.  37 

5  Go,  tyrants  !  to  the  rocks  complain ! 
Go,  seek  the  mountain-cleft  in  vain  ! 
But  Faith,  victorious  o'er  the  tomb, 
Shall  sing  for  joy,  the  Lord  is  conae  ! 

57^   '  7  &  6s.  M. 

*  1  JESUS,  faithful  to  his  word. 

Shall  with  a  shout  descend ; 
All  heaven's  host  their  glorious  Lord 

Shall  joyfully  attend. 
Christ  shall  come  with  dreadful  noise, 

Lightnings  swift  and  thunders  loud ; 
With  the  great  archangel's  voice, 

And  with  the  trump  of  God. 

2  First  the  dead  in  Christ  shall  rise ; 

Then  we  that  yet  remain 
Shall  be  caught  up  to  the  skies. 

And  see  our  Lord  again. 
We  shall  meet  him  in  the  air ; 

All  wrapt  up  to  heaven  shall  be ; 
Find,  and  love,  and  praise  him  there, 

From  death  forever  free. 

3  Who  can  tell  the  liappiness 

This  glorious  hope  affords  1 
Joy  unuttered  we  possess 

In  these  reviving  words  ; 
Happy  while  on  earth  we  live ; 

Higher  bliss  ordained  to  know  ; 
When  our  King  to  his  shall  give 

The  kingdom  here  below. 

68.  c-  M, 

1  OUR  Saviour  Christ  will  quickly  come, 
As  lightning  shines  on  high  ; 
In  clouds,  with  power  and  glory  great. 
Be  seen  by  every  eye. 


38  ADVENT  HARP. 

2  The  dead  are  raised,  the  living  changed ; 

From  every  land  they  come ; 
And  thus  triumphant  over  death, 
They  novi^  are  gathered  home. 

3  O  glorious  hope  !  if  Jesus  be 

Our  Saviour  and  our  Friend, 
For  we  shall  then  be  with  our  Lord, 
In  joys  that  never  end. 

4  O  may  we  wait,  and  watch,  and  pray, 

Free  from  tormenting  fear  ; 
Our  life  be  all  devotedness. 
Till  he  our  Lord  appear. 


69. 


70. 


7s.  M. 

1  IN  the  sun,  and  moon,  and  stars. 

Signs  and  wonders  there  shall  be  ; 
Earth  shall  quake  with  inward  wars, 
Nations  with  perplexity. 

2  Soon  shall  ocean's  hoary  deep. 

Tossed  with  stronger  tempests,  rise  ; 
Darker  storms  the  mountains  sweep, 
Fiercer  lightnings  rend  the  skies. 

3  Evil  thoughts  shall  shake  the  proud. 

Racking  doubt,  and  restless  fear  ; 
And,  amid  the  thunder-cloud. 
Shall  the  Judge  of  men  appear. 

4  But  though  from  that  awful  face 

Heaven  shall  fade  and  earth  shall  fly, 
Fear  not  ye  his  chosen  race  ; 
Your  redemption  draweth  nigh. 

C.  M. 
1  "  BEHOLD  I  come  !"  the  Saviour  cries ; 
"  On  wings  of  love  I  fly." 
So  come,  dear  Lord,  my  soul  replies, 
And  bring  salvation  nigh. 


THE    SECOND   ADVENT. 

2  Come  plead  thy  truth's  much  injured  cause, 

And  make  thy  glory  shine  ; 
Unite  us  firmly  in  one  band, 
And  our  whole  frame  refine. 

3  With  winged  speed,  Redeemer  dear, 

Bring  on  th'  illustrious  day  ; 
Come,  lest  our  spirits  droop  and  faint 
Beneath  thy  long  delay. 

71.  L.  M. 

1  O  JESUS,  Lord  !  when  shall  we  see, 
And  cast  our  longing  eyes  on  thee ; 
On  thee  our  light,  our  life,  our  love. 
Our  all  below,  our  heaven  above  ? 

2  O  happy  day !  when  we  no  more 

Shall  grieve  him  whom  our  souls  adore ; 
When  sorrows,  conflicts,  fears,  shall  cease, 
v'."^    And  all  our  trials  end  in  peace. 

3  Come,  Saviour,  come  !  O  quickly  come. 
Take  us,  thy  waiting  people,  home ; 
We  long  to  stand  around  thy. throne, 
To  love  and  serve  thee,  Lord,  alone. 

72.  c.  M. 

*  1  ATTEND,  O  earth !  God  doth  declare 
His  uncontrolled  decree ; 
"  Thou  art  my  Son,  this  day,  my  heir. 
Have  I  begotten  thee. 

2  "  Upon  my  holy  Zion's  hill 

My  King  I  thee  ordain  ; 
And  though  thy  foes  dispute  my  will, 
Thou  shalt  forever  reign. 

3  "  Ask,  and  receive  thy  full  demands ; 

Thine  shall  the  heathen  be ; 
The  utmost  limit  of  the  lands 
Shall  be  possessed  by  thee. 


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40  ADVENT  HARP. 

4  "  Thy  righteous  sceptre  thou  shalt  sway, 

And  all  thy  foes  command  ; 
Just  as  the  potter  breaks  the  clay, 
And  moulds  it  with  his  hand," 

5  If  but  in  part  his  anger  rise, 

Who  can  endure  the  flame? 
Then  blest  are  they  whose  hope  relies 
On  his  most  holy  name. 


73. 


THE    JUDGMENT. 


L.  M. 

1  THE  great  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 

(While  twice  ten  thousand  thunders  roar,) 
Tear  up  the  graves  and  cleave  the  ground, 
And  make  the  greedy  sea  restore. 

2  The  greedy  sea  shall  yield  her  dead. 

The  earth  no  more  her  slain  conceal ; 
Sinners  shall  lift  their  guilty  head, 
And  shrink  to  see  a  yawning  hell. 

3  But  we  who  now  our  Lord  confess, 

And  faithful  to  the  end  endure, 
Shall  stand  in  Jesus'  righteousness, 
Stand  as  the  Rock  of  Ages  sure. 

4  We,  while  the  stars  from  heaven  shall  fall, 

And  mountains  are  on  mountains  hurled, 
Shall  stand  immoved  amidst  them  all. 
And  smile  to  see  a  burning  world  ; 

5  The  earth  and  all  the  works  therein 

Dissolve,  by  raging  flames  destroyed  ; 
While  we  surv-^ey  the  awful  scene. 
And  mount  above  the  fiery  void. 


THE    JUDGMENT.  41 

74.  s.  M. 

1  THOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

Before  whose  bar  severe, 

With  holy  joy  or  guilty  dread, 

We  all  shall  soon  appear  ; 

2  Our  cautioned  souls  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day, 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care. 
And  stir  us  up  to  pray. 

3  To  pray  and  wait  the  hour, 

That  awful  hour  unknown, 
When,  robed  in  majesty  and  power, 
Thou  shalt  from  heaven  come  down ; 

4  Th'  immortal  Son  of  man. 

To  judge  the  human  race. 
With  all  thy  Father's  dazzling  train, 
With  all  thy  glorious  grace. 

75.  s.M. 

1  LORD,  help  us  to  insure 

A  lot  among  the  blest, 
And  watch  a  moment  to  secure 
An  everlasting  rest. 

2  To  damp  our  earthly  joys, 

T'  increase  our  gracious  fears. 
Forever  let  the  archangel's  voice  ^  ^ 

Be  sounding  in  our  ears,  ■  ^ 

3  The  solemn  midnight  cry, 

"  Ye  dead,  the  Judge  is  come  ! 
Arise,  and  meet  him  in  the  sky. 
And  meet  your  instant  doom !" 

4  O  may  we  thus  be  found 

Obedient  to  thy  word, 
Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  sound, 
And  looking  for  our  Lord. 


42  ADVENT  HARP. 

76.  s.  M. 

1  BEHOLD,  with  awful  pomp 

The  Judge  prepares  to  come  ; 
The  archangel  sounds  the  dreadful  trump, 
And  wakes  the  general  doom. 

2  Nature,  in  wild  amaze. 

Her  dissolution  mourns ; 
Blushes  of  blood  the  moon  deface  ; 
The  sun  to  darkness  turns. 

3  Horrors  all  hearts  appall ; 

They  quake  !  they  shriek !  they  cry ! 
Bid  rocks  and  mountains  on  them  fall,  — 
But  rocks  and  mountains  fly. 

4  'T  is  time  we  all  awake  ; 

The  dreadful  day  draws  near  ; 
Sinners,  your  proud  presumption  check, 
And  stop  your  wild  career. 

5  Now  is  th'  accepted  time. 

To  Christ  for  mercy  fly  ; 
O  turn,  repent,  and  trust  in  him, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

6  Great  God,  in  whom  we  live. 

Prepare  us  for  that  day  ; 
^Help  us  in  Jesus  to  believe, 

To  watch,  and  wait,  and  pray. 

77,  C.  M. 

1  THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come,— 

Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste,  — ^ 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Jesus,  thou  source  of  all  my  joys. 

Thou  ruler  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  "  Depart !" 


THE    JUDGMENT.  43 

3  The  thunder  of  that  awful  word 

Would  so  torment  my  ear, 
'T  would  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear. 

4  What,  to  be  banished  from  my  Lord, 

To  rocks  and  mountains  cry ! 
And  yet  to  them  must  call  in  vain ; 
For  who  his  wrath  can  fly  1 

5  O  wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love ! 

78.  c.  M. 

1  THE  angel  comes  ;  he  comes  to  reap 

The  harvest  of  the  Lord  ; 
O'er  all  the  earth,  with  fatal  sweep, 
Wide  waves  his  flaming  sword. 

2  And  who  are  they,  in  sheaves,  to  bide 

The  fire  of  vengeance,  bound  ? 
The  tares,  whose  rank,  luxuriant  pride 
Chokes  the  fair  crop  around. 

3  And  who  are  they,  reserved  in  store 

God's  treasure-house  to  fill  1 
The  wheat,  a  hundred  fold  that  bore 
Amid  surrounding  ill. 

4  O  King  of  mercy !  grant  us  power 

Thy  fiery  wrath  to  flee  ; 
In  thy  destroying  angel's  hour, 
O  gather  us  to  thee  I 


44  ADVENT    HARP. 

AWAKENING. 


79^  8,  8,  &  6s.  M. 

1  0  GOD,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteousness. 

2  Before  me  place,  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day. 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  : 
And  tell  me.  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  1 

3  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  serious  industry  and  fear. 

Eternal  bliss  t'  insure ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil. 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will. 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

4  Then,  Saviour,  me  through  grace  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale  to  live 

And  in  thy  kingdom  dwell. 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full,  supreme  delight, 

That  mortal  ne'er  can  lell 

80.  s.  M. 

1  HOW  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day. 
When  earth  and  heaven,  before  the  Judge, 
Astonished,  shrink  away ! 

2  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead. 
Hark !  from  the  gospel's  cheering  Bound, 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 


AWAKENING.  45 

3  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear  ; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  the  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

4  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 

By  which  the  Saviour  bled  ; 
And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
/  His  blessings  on  your  head. 

81.  P-  M- 

i  DARK  brood  the  heavens  o'er  thee ! 
Black  clouds  are  gathering  fast ! 
In  awful  power  thy  God  has  come, 
Thy  days  of  mirth  are  past. 

2  Dark  brood  the  heavens  o'er  thee  ! 

Red  flames  are  bursting  round  ; 
Bright  lightnings  flash,  loud  thunders  roar, 
How  shakes  the  trembling  ground ! 

3  Dark  brood  the  heavens  o'er  thee ! 

Behold,  the  Judge  appears  ; 
Unnumbered  millions  throng  around, 
Raised  from  the  dust  of  years. 

4  Dark  brood  the  heavens  o'er  thee ! 

Sinner,'behold  thy  doom ; 
Destruction  opens  wide  for  thee 
Thy  chosen,  final  home. 

5  Yet  stay  —  the  vision  lingers  ; 

Why,  sinner,  wilt  thou  die  1 
Dark  brood  the  heavens,  but  mercy  waits  ; 
This  hour  to  Jesus  fly. 


82. 


S.  M. 

SINNERS,  the  call  obey, 
The  latest  call  of  grace  ; 

The  day  is  come,  the  vengeful  day 
Of  a  devoted  race. 
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IB  ADVENT    HARP. 

3  To  shelter  the  distressed 
He  did  the  cross  endure ; 
Enter  into  the  clefts,  and  rest 
In  Jesus'  wounds  secure. 

3  Jesus,  to  thee  we  fly 

From  the  devouring  sword ; 
Our  city  of  defence  is  nigh, 
Our  help  is  in  the  Lord, 

4  Or  if  the  scourge  o'erflow, 

And  laugh  at  innocence, 
Thine  everlasting  arms,  we  know, 
Shall  be  our  sure  defence. 

83,  7s.  M.     6  1. 

*  1  CHURCH  of  Christ  r  awake,  arise  2 
Let  not  slumber  seal  your  eyes  ; 
Let  not  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  fear. 
Fill  your  heart,  or  close  your  ear : 
For  those  clouds  begin  to  roll 
Which  shall  spread  from  pole  to  pole. 

2  Church  of  Christ !  till  his  dread  day. 
All  shall  eat,  and  drink,  and  play. 
As  though  God  nor  cared  nor  knew 
What  an  evil  world  could  do  ; 

Yet  the  wrath  shall  come  at  last, 
And  the  day  of  grace  be  past ! 

3  Church  of  Christ !  like  lightning's  glanoa 
Flashing  over  heaven's  expanse, 

Shall  the  Son  of  Man  appear  — 
Watch  and  mark  ;  the  hour  is  near : 
Blessed  ye  who  then  are  taken  — 
Woe  to  those  who  are  forsaken. 

84.  ^^-  M. 

1  SINNER,  art  thou  still  secure? 
Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray 
Can  thy  heart  or  hands  endure 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  ? 


AWAKENING.  47 

See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bared  ; 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow ! 
For  his  judgment  stand  prepared ; 

Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

2  At  his  presence  nature  shakes ; 
Earth  affrighted  hastes  to  flee ; 
g  Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax ; 

What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 
Who  his  advent  may  abide  ? 

You  that  glory  in  your  shame, 
Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide, 

When  the  world  is  wrapt  in  flame  ? 

85.  c.  M. 

1  COME  to  the  ark  —  come  to  the  ark, 

To  Jesus  come  away  ; 
The  pestilence  walks  forth  by  night, 
The  arrow  flies  by  day. 

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2  Come  to  the  ark  —  the  waters  rise, 

The  seas  their  billows  rear  ; 
While  darkness  gathers  o'er  the  skies. 
Behold  a  refuge  near ! 

3  Come  to  the  ark  —  all,  all  that  weep 

Beneath  the  sense  of  sin  ; 
Without,  deep  calleth  unto  deep, 
But  all  is  peace  within. 

4  Come  to  the  ark  —  ere  yet  the  flood 

Your  lingering  steps  oppose  ; 
Come,  for  the  door  which  open  stood 
Is  now  about  to  close. 


4EI^  ADVENT   HARP. 

PENITENTIAL. 


86.  c.  M. 

1  ALMIGHTY  God,  thy  piercing  eye 

Strikes  through  the  shades  of  night ; 
And  our  most  secret  actions  lie 
All  open  to  thy  sight. 

2  There  's  not  a  sin  that  we  commit, 

Nor  wicked  word  we  say, 
But  in  thy  dreadful  book  't  is  writ, 
,     Against  the  judgment  day. 

3  And  must  the  crimes  that  I  have  done 

Be  read  and  published  there  1 
Be  all  exposed  before  the  sun, 
While  men  and  angels  hear  1 

4  Lord,  at  thy  foot  ashamed  I  lie  ; 

Upward  I  dare  not  look  ; 
Pardon  my  sins  before  I  die. 
And  blot  them  from  thy  book. 

5  Remember  all  the  dying  pains 

That  my  Redeemer  felt. 
And  let  his  blood  wash  out  my  stains, 
And  answer  for  my  guilt. 

87.  '«•  M. 

1  LORD,  a  better  heart  bestow  ; 

Hear  a  sinner's  broken  prayer  ; 
Full  of  weariness  and  woe. 
To  thy  mercies  I  repair. 

2  Once  I  thought  I  could  amend 

All  the  evil  of  my  ways. 
To  thy  throne  my  steps  could  bend, 
Do  thy  will,  and  gain  thy  praise. 


PENITENTIAL.  49 

3  But  in  vain  I  toiled  and  prayed ; 

Still  I  did  but  sin  the  more  ; 
All  the  efforts  that  I  made 

Showed  me  weaker  than  before. 

4  Now  I  find  no  hand  but  one 

Can  deliver  me  from  guilt ; 
^  On  the  merits  of  thy  Son 

All  my  confidence  is  built. 

5  Ruined,  helpless,  and  forlorn, 

To  the  Saviour's  cross  I  flee  ; 

O,  since  Christ  my  sins  hath  borne, 

Let  my  burdered  soul  go  free ! 

88.  L.  M. 

1  SHOW  pity,  Lord  ;  0  Lord,  forgive ! 
Let  a  repenting  sinner  live  : 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  the  guilty  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes,  though  great,  do  not  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 

O,  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ! 

3  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  : 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  be  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

4  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner.  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

89.  L,  M. 

1  COME,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distressed, 
The  Saviour  offers  heavenly  rest ; 
The  kind,  the  gracious  call  obey. 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 


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ADVENT    HARP. 


S  Oppressed  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 
O,  come  and  spread  your  woes  abroad ! 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows. 

To  cleanse  your  guilt,  and  heal  your  woes ; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace, 
How  rich  the  gift !  how  free  the  grace ! 

4  Lord,  we  accept,  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hopes  thy  gracious  word  impart : 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove  ; 
And  sweetly  influence  every  breast,   , 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 

90.  ^'  ^• 

*  1  BESIDE  the  gospel  pool, 
Appointed  for  the  poor. 
From  day  to  day  my  helpless  soul 
Hath  waited  for  a  cure. 

2  How  often  have  I  thought 

Why  should  I  longer  lie  ? 
Surely  the  mercy  I  have  sought 
Is  not  for  such  as  I. 

3  But  whither  can  I  go  ? 

There  is  no  other  pool, 
Where  streams  of  sovereign  mercy  flow, 
To  make  a  sinner  whole. 

4  Still  then,  from  day  to  day, 

I  '11  wait,  and  hope,  and  try 
Can  Jesus  hear  a,  sinner  pray. 
Yet  suffer  him  to  die  ? 


PENITENTIAL.  51 

6  No  ;  he  is  full  of  grace, 
And  never  will  permit 
A  soul  that  fain  would  see  his  face 
To  perish  at  his  feet. 

91^  8&7s.  M. 

1  GOD  of  mercy  and  compassion, 

Look  with  pity  on  my  pain ; 
Hear  a  mournful,  broken  spirit, 

Prostrate  at  thy  feet  complain : 
Many  are  my  foes  and  mighty, 

Strength  to  conquer  I  have  none ; 
Nothing  can  uphold  my  goings, 

But  thy  blessed  self  alone. 

2  Saviour,  look  on  me  with  pity  ; 

Triumph  over  all  my  foes ; 
Turn  to  heavenly  joy  my  mourning ; 

Turn  to  gladness  all  my  woes : 
Live,  or  die,  or  do,  or  suffer. 

Let  my  weary  soul  abide. 
In  all  changes  whatsoever. 

Sure  and  steadfast  by  thy  side. 

3  When  temptations  fierce  assault  me, 

When  my  enemies  I  find, 
Sin,  and  guilt,  and  death,  and  Satan, 

All  against  my  soul  combined ; 
Hold  me  up  in  mighty  waters. 

Keep  my  eyes  on  things  above  ; 
Jesus  lives,  divine  atonement, 

Peace  and  everlasting  love. 

92.  L.  M. 

1  GOD  of  my  life,  to  thee  I  call ; 
Afflicted  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
When  the  great  water-floods  prevail, 
Leave  not  my  trembling  heart  to  fail. 


53  ADVENT  HARP, 

2  Friend  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint, 
Where  should  I  lodge  my  deep  complaint ; 
Where  but  with  thee,  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless  and  the  poor  ? 

3  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  thee, 
And  thou  refuse  that  mourner's  plea? 
Does  not  the  word  still  fixed  remain 
That  none  shall  seek  thy  face  in  vain  ^ 

4  Poor  though  I  am,  despised,  forgot. 
Yet  God,  my  God,  forgets  me  not ; 
And  he  is  safe,  and  must  succeed, 

For  whom  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  plead. 

1  GRACIOUS  Lord,  incline  thine  ear. 
My  request  vouchsafe  to  hear  ; 
Burdened  with  my  sins,  I  cry, 

Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

2  Wealth  and  honor  I  disdain ; 
Earthly  comforts,  Lord,  are  vain ; 
These  can  never  satisfy  ; 

Give  me  Christ,  or  else  1  die. 

3  Lord,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt, 
Only  ease  me  of  my  guilt : 
Suppliant  at  thy  feet  I  lie ; 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

4  All  unholy  and  unclean, 

In  my  flesh  is  nought  but  sin  ; 
For  thy  mercy  I  apply  ; 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

5  Thou  hast  promised  to  forgive 
All  who  in  thy  Son  believe ; 
On  thy  promise  I  rely  ; 

Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 


94. 


PENITENTIAL. 

6  Father,  thou  hast  given  thy  Son, 
Bruised  for  sins  that  I  have  done ; 
To  that  refuge  now  I  fly  ; 
Christ  is  mine  ;  I  shall  not  die. 

C.  M. 

1  0  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God  ! 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ! 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  1  ^ 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  1 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed  ! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  0  holy  Dove!  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  tliee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known. 

Whatever  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


53 


95. 


.  8  &  7s.  M. 
DREAD  Jehovah,  God  of  nations, 

From  thy  temple  in  the  skies. 
Hear  thy  people's  supplications  ; 

Now  for  their  deliv'rance  rise. 


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ADVENT    HARP. 

2  Lo  !  \^ith  deep  contrition  turning, 

Huidbly  at  thy  feet  we  bend ; 
Hear  us  fasting,  praying,  mourning ; 
Hear  us,  spare  us,  and  defend. 

3  Though  our  sins,  our  hearts  confounding, 

Long  and  loud  for  vengeance  call, 
Thou  hast  mercy  more  abounding ; 
Jesus'  blood  can  cleanse  them  all. 


PKAYER. 


96.  L.  M. 

1  WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet. 
In  coming  to  the  mercy-seat ! 

Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  withdraw ; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw, 

Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love. 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Prayer  keeps  the  Christian's  armor  brigh 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Have  w^e  no  words  ?  ah  !  think  again  : 
Words  flow  apace  when  we  complain. 
And  fill  our  fellow-creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  our  care. 

5  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent. 

Our  cheerful  songs  would  oftener  be, 

"  Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me !" 


PRAYER. 

97.  s.  M. 

1  OUR  Heavenly  Father,  hear 

The  prayer  we  oiFer  now ; 
Thy  name  be  hallowed  far  and  near. 
To  thee  all  nations  bow. 

2  Thy  kingdom  come,  thy  will 

On  earth  be  done  in  love, 
As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfil 
Thy  perfect  law  above. 

3  Our  daily  bread  supply, 

While  by  thy  word  we  live ; 
The  guilt  of  our  iniquity 
Forgive,  as  we  forgive. 

4  From  dark  temptation's  power, 

Frorti  Satan's  wiles  defend ; 
Deliver  in  the  evil  hour. 
And  guide  us  to  the  end. 

5  Thine  then  forever  be 

Glory  and  power  divine  ; 
The  sceptre,  throne  and  majesty, 
Of  heaven  and  earth  are  tiiine. 

98.  c.  M. 

1  GREAT  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  hear ; 

Thy  presence  now  display ; 
As  thou  hast  given  a  place  for  prayer, 
So  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

2  Show  us  some  token  of  thy  love, 

Our  feeble  hope  to  raise  ; 
And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

3  Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace, 

And  love  and  concord  dwell ; 
Here  g-ive  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 


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56  ADVENT  KARP, 

4  The  hearing  ear,  the  watchful  eye. 

The  contrite  heart  bestow  ; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 

5  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 

In  faith  address  our  prayers  ; 
And  in  the  presence  of  the  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

6  And  may  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound, 

Enforced  by  grace  divine, 
Awaken  many  sinners  round 
And  bend  their  wills  to  thine. 

99.  c.  M. 

1  WHERE  two  or  three  together  meet,  ' 

To  seek  the  Lord  by  prayer, 
The  Lord  is  in  the  midst  of  these, 
And  he  will  surely  hear. 

2  Shine,  Lord,  on  every  soul  that  comes 

By  prayer  to  seek  thy  face  ; 
Thou  knowest  our  hope,  our  only  hope. 
Is  grounded  on  thy  grace. 

3  Help  us,  0  Lord,  to  ask  in  faith ; 

Take  unbelief  away, 
And  for  the  blessings  that  we  need, 
Give  us  a  heart  to  pray. 

100.  '«•  M. 

1  SAVIOUR,  at  thy  feet  we  bow ; 
O  vouchsafe  to  meet  us  now ! 
At  thy  people's  earnest  cry. 
Bring  thy  loving  mercies  nigh. 

2  Thou  hast  said,  where  two  or  three 
In  thy  worship  shall  agree, 

That  thou  wilt  be  present  there. 
Answering  their  faithful  prayer. 


PRAYER.  67 

3  Lord,  we  plead  thy  promise  here, 
Let  thy  presence  now  appear  ; 
On  our  souls  thy  Spirit  pour, 
Light,  and  life,  and  peace  restore. 

4  Raise  our  thoughts  from  things  below  ; 
Faith's  discerning  eye  bestow ; 

Let  our  hearts,  from  sin  made  free, 
Hold  sweet  intercourse  with  thee. 

5  With  a  beam  of  living  fire 
Purify  each  low  desire  ; 

Be  thou.  Lord  our  aim  and  end. 
Our  best  hope,  and  dearest  friend. 

101.  7s.  M. 

1  HOLY  f'ord,  our  hearts  prepare 
For  the  solemn  work  of  prayer ; 
Grant  that  when  we  bend  the  knee, 
All  our  thoughts  may  turn  to  thee, 
And  thy  presence  may  be  found 
Breathing  peace  and  joy  around. 

2  Lord,  when  we  approach  th}'^  throne, 
Make  thy  power  and  glory  known  ; 
Thus  may  we  bej;aught  to  call 
Humbly  on  the  Lord  of  all, 

And  with  reverence  and  fear 
At  thy  footstool  to  appear. 

3  Teach  us,  as  we  breathe  our  woes, 
On  thy  promise  to  repose, 

All  thy  tender  love  to  trace 
In  the  Saviour's  work  of  grace. 
And  with  confidence  depend 
On  a  gracious  God  and  friend. 

102.  i^-  M. 

1  ON  Tabor's  top  the  Saviour  stands ; 
His  altered  face  resplendent  shines, 
And  while  he  elevates  his  hands, 
Lo,  glory  marks  its  gentle  lines ! 


58  ADVENT   HARP. 

2  Two  heavenly  forms  descend  tx)  wait 

Upon  their  suffering  Prince  below ; 
Bilt  while  they  worship  at  his  feet, 
They  talk  of  fast  approaching  woe. 

3  Amid  the  lustre  of  the  scene, 

To  Calvary  he  turns  his  eyes, 
And,  with  submission  all  serene, 
He  marks  the  future  tempest  rise. 

4  Then  let  us  climb  the  mount  of  prayer, 

Where  all  his  beaming  glories  shine, 
And,  gazing  on  his  brightness  there, 
Our  woes  forget  in  joys  divine. 

5  O  that  on  yonder  heavenly  hills. 

Where  now  the  risen  Saviour  stands. 
And  peace,  like  softest  dew,  distils, 
I,  too,  may  elevate  my  hands ! 

103.  c.  M. 

1  COME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolve. 

2  *'  I  '11  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ;  . 
I  know  his  courts,  I  '11  enter  in. 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  **  Prostrate  I  '11  lie  before  his  throne. 

And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 
I  '11  tell  him  I  'm  a  wretch  undone. 
Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  "  But  should  the  Lord  reject  my  plea. 

And  disregard  my  prayer. 
Yet,  still,  like  Esther,  I  would  stay. 
And  perish  only  there. 

5  "  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go  — 

I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 
For  if  I  sta)""  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die." 


FAITH.  59 


FAITH. 

104.  C.  M. 

1  O  FOR  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 

Though  pressed  by  many  a  foe ; 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  poverty  or  woe  ; 

2  That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain 

Beneath  the  chastening  rod  ; 
But  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain 
Can  lean  upon  its  God. 

3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 

When  tempests  rage  without ; 
That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt ; 

4  That  bears  unmoved  the  world's  dread  frown, 

Nor  heeds  its  scornful  smile  ; 
That  sin's  wild  ocean  cannot  drown, 
Nor  its  soft  arts  beguile. 

5  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way, 

By  truth  restrained  and  led, 
And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 
Lights  up  a  dying  bed. 

6  Lord,  give  me  such  a  faith  as  this. 

And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 
I  '11  taste  e'en  here  the  hallowed  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 

[05.  8  &  6s.  M. 

*  1  AUTHOR  of  faith,  to  thee  I  cry  ; 
To  thee,  who  wouldst  not  have  me  die, 

But  know  the  truth  and  live ; 
Open  mine  eyes  to  see  thy  face, 
Work  in  my  heart  thy  saving  grace, 
And  life  eternal  give. 


60  ADVENT    HARP. 

2  Shut  up  in  unbelief  I  groan, 

And  blindly  serve  a  God  unknown, 

Till  thou  the  veil  remove  ; 
The  gift  unspeakable  impart, 
And  wTite  thy  name  upon  my  heart. 

And  manifest  thy  love. 

3  I  know  the  work  is  only  thine  ; 
The  gift  of  faith  is  all  divine ; 

But,  if  on  thee  we  call, 
Thou 'wilt  the  benefit  bestow, 
And  give  us  hearts  to  feel  and  know 

That  thou  hast  died  for  all. 

4  Be  it  according  to  thy  word  ! 

Now  let  me  find  my  pardoning  Lord  ; 

Let  what  I  ask  be  given  ; 
The  bar  of  unbelief  remove. 
Open  the  door  of  faith  and  love. 

Make  me  a  child  of  heaven. 

106.  <^M. 

1  FAITH  adds  new  joy  to  earthly  bliss, 

And  saves  us  from  its  snares  ; 
Fresh  aid  in  every  duty  brings, 
And  softens  all  our  cares. 

2  Faith  mortifies  the  love  of  sin. 

Kindles  the  sacred  fire 
Of  love  to  God  and  heavenly  things, 
And  feeds  the  pure  desire. 

3  The  wounded  conscience  knov.'s  its  power 

The  healing  balm  to  give, 
Which  e'en  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

4  Faith  draws  aside  the  veil  of  heaven, 

Where  unknown  glories  reign  ; 
And  bids  us  seek  our  portion  there  ; 
Nor  bids  us  seek  in  vain. 


FAITH.  61 

5  Faith  holds  to  view  the  promise,  sealed 
With  the  Redeemer's  blood ; 
And  helps  our  feeble  hope  to  rest 
Upon  a  faithful  God. 

107.  c.  M. 

1  HOW  happy  every  child  of  grace, 

Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 

I  seek  my  place  in  heaven  ; 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight. 

Yet,  O,  by  faith  I  see 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight. 

The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 

2  O,  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours ! 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay. 
We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers. 

And  antedate  that  day ; 
We  feel  the  resurrection  near. 

Our  life  in  Christ  concealed. 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 

Our  earthen  vessels  filled. 

3  O,  would  he  all  of  heaven  bestow ! 

Then  like  our  Lord  we  '11  rise ; 
Our  bodies,  fully  ransomed,  go 

To  take  the  glorious  prize. 
On  him  with  rapture  then  I  '11  gaze, 

Who  bought  the  bliss  for  me. 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

Through  all  eternity. 

108.  c.  M. 

1  I  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 
And  ever  prays  for  me  ; 
A  token  of  his  love  he  gives, 
A  pledge  of  liberty. 
5 


i|^  ADVENT    IIAKP. 

2  Jesus,  I  hang  upon  thy  word ; 

I  steadfastly  believe 
Thou  wilt  return,  and  claim  me,  Lord, 
And  to  thyself  receive. 

3  Joyful  in  hope,  rny  spirit  soars 

To  meet  thee  from  above  ; 
Thy  goodness  thankfully  adorea, 
And  sure  I  taste  thy  love. 

4  When  God  is  mine,  and  1  am  his. 

Of  paradise  possessed , 
I  taste  unutterable  bliss 
And  everlasting  rest. 

109^  10  &  lis.  M. 

1  THOUGH  troubles  assail,  and  dangers  affright, 
Though  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all  unite; 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide  : 

The  Scripture  assures  us  the  Lord  will  provide. 

2  His  call  we  obey,  like  Abraham  of  old, 

Not  knowing  the  way  ;  but  faith  makes  us  bold  ; 
For,  though  we  are  strangers,  we  have  a  sure  guide^ 
And  trust  in  all  dangers,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

3  When  Satan  appears  to  stop  up  our  path, 
And  fill  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by  faith  ; 
He  cannot  take  from  us,  though  oft  he  has  tried. 
This  heart-cheering  promise  —  the  Lord  will  provide 

4  He  tells  us  we  're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain, 
The  good  that  we  seek  we  ne'er  shall  obtain  ; 
But  when  such  suggestions  our  graces  have  tried, 
This  answers  all  questions  —  the  Lord  will  provide. 

5  No  strength  of  our  own,  or  goodness,  we  claim ; 
Yet,  since  we  have  known  the  Saviour's  great  name, 
In  this  our  strong  tower  for  safety  we  hide  — 

The  Lord  is  our  power,  the  Lord  will  provide. 


FAITH. 

110.  ^-  M. 

1  'TIS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night ; 
Till  we  shall  gain  our  endless  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide  —  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies ; 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 
Far  into  things  unseen  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 

While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray  ; 
Though  lions  roar  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

111.  L.M. 

1  AWAY,  my  unbelieving  fear ! 

Fear  shall  in  me  no  more  have  place ; 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear. 

He  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face ; 
But  shall  I  therefore  let  him  go, 

And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no ; 

I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 

2  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 

Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil. 
The  with 'ring  fig-trees  droop  and  die, 

The  fields  elude  the  tiller's  toil, 
The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford. 

And  perish  all  the  blgating  race  ; 
Yet  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lord, 

The  God  of  my  salvation  praise. 

3  Barren  although  my  soul  remain. 

And  not  one  bud  of  grace  appear, 
No  fruit  of  all  my  toil  and  pain, 
But  sin,  and  only  sin,  is  here  ; 


63 


64  ADVENT    HARP. 

Although  my  gifts  and  comforts  lost, 
My  blooming  hopes  cut  off  T  see  ; 

Yet  will  I  in  my  Saviour  trust, 
And  glory  that  he  died  for  me. 

112.  '  HM. 

1  ARISE,  my  soul,  arise, 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears  ; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears  ; 
Before  the  throne  my  Saviour  stands ; 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede  ; 
His  all-redeeming  love. 

His  precious  blood  to  plead ; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 
They  strongly  speak  for  me  : 
Forgive  him,  O  forgive,  they  cry, 
Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die  ! 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One  ; 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  ; 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  mej[  am  born  of  God. 

6  To  God  I  'm  reconciled  ; 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear  ; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child  ; 

I  can  no  longer  fear  ; 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigH 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE,  66' 

113.  L.  M. 

1     AUTHOR  of  faith,  we  seek  thy  face, 
For  all  who  feel  thy  work  begun  ; 
Confirm  and  strengthen  them  in  grace, 
And  bring  thy  feeblest  children  on. 

2  Thou  seest  their  wants,  thou  knowest  their  names; 
Be  mindful  of  thy  youngest  care  ; 
Be  tender  of  the  new-born  lambs, 
And  gently  in  thy  bosom  bear. 

.3  The  lion  roaring  for  his  prey, 

With  ravening  wolves  on  every  side, 
Watch  over  them  to  tear  and  slay,  .  ^ 

If  found  one  moment  from  their  Guide. 

4  Satan  his  thousand  arts  essays  ; 

His  agents  all  their  powers  employ, 
To  blast  the  blooming  work  of  grace. 
The  heavenly  offspring  to  destroy. 

5  In  safety  lead  thy  little  flock, 

From  hell,  the  world,  and  sin  secure; 
And  set  their  feet  upon  the  rock. 
And  make  in  thee  their  goings  sure. 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.- 


114.  C.  M. 

1  COME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire  ; 
Let  us  thine  influenc«prove  ; 
Source  of  the  old  prophetic  fire, 
Fountain  of  life  and  love. 

8  Come,  Holy  Ghost*  for,  moved  by  thee, 
The  prophets  wrote  and  spoke  ; 
Unlock  the  truth,  thyself  the  key. 
Unseal  the  sacred  book. 


W9  ,         ADVENT    HARP. 

3  Expand  thy  wings,  celestial  Dove,  , 

Brood  o'er  our  nature's  night ;  •<>  I  i 

On  our  disordered  spirits  move,  ^ 

And  let  there  now  be  light. 

4  God,  through  himself,  we  then  shall  know, 

If  thou  within  us  shine  ; 

'  '  And  sound,  with  all  thy  saints  below, 

The  depth  of  love  divine. 

115,  8,  8,  &6s.  M. 

1  WHEN  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come. 
To  call  thy  ransomed  people  home. 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  1 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 

2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
Before  thy  gracious  throne  to  bow, 

Though  weakest  of  them  all ; 
But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought, 
To  have  my  worthless  name  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 

3  Prevent,  prevent  it,  by  thy  grace ! 
Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  my  hiding-place. 

In  that  expected  day. 
Thy  pard'ning  voice,  O  let  me  hear, 
To  still  each  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

4  Let  me  among  thy  saints  be  found. 
Whene'er  the  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 

To  see  thy  smiling  face  ; 
Then  loud  through  all  the  crowd  I  '11  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shout  of  endless  grace. 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.  67* 

116.  L.  M. 

1  SING  to  the  Lord,  who  loud  proclaims 
His  various  and  his  saving  names  ; 

O  may  they  not  be  heard  alone, 
But  by  our  sure  experience  knovi^n. 

2  Through  every  age  his  gracious  ear 
Is  open  to  his  servant's  prayer ; 
Nor  can  one  humble  soul  complain 
That  he  has  sought  his  God  in  vain. 

3  What  unbelieving  heart  shall  dare 
In  whispers  to  suggest  a  fear  1 
While  still  he  owns  his  ancient  name, 
The  same  his  power — his  love  the  same. 

4  To  thee  our  souls  in  faith  arise  ; 
To  thee  we  lift  expecting  eyes ; 
We  boldly  through  the  desert  tread, 
For  God  will  guard  where  he  shall  lead. 

117.  ^  ^ 

*  1  SWEET  are  the  gifts  which  gracious  Heaven 
On  true  believers  pours ; 
But  the  best  gift  is  grace  to  know 
That  Jesus  Christ  is  ours. 

2  Let  those  who  know  our  Jesus  not 

Delight  in  earth's  gay  flowers ; 
We,  glorying  in  our  better  lot, 
Rejoice  that  he  is  ours. 

3  When  hope,  with  elevated  flight. 

Towards  heaven  in  rapture  towers, 
*T  is  this  supports  our  venturous  wing,  ^  j  , 

We  know  that  Christ  is  ours. 

4  Though  Providence,  with  darkening  sky, 

On  things  terrestrial  lowers, 
We  rise  superior  to  the  gloom, 
When  singing,  Christ  is  ours. 


68  ADVENT    HARP. 

5  Time,  which  this  world,  with  all  its  joys, 

With  eager  haste  devours. 
May  take  inferior  things  away, 
But  Jesus  still  is  ours. 

6  Haste,  then,  dull  time,  and  terminate 

Thy  slow  revolving  hours ; 
We  wish,  we  pray,  we  long,  we  pant, 
In  heaven  to  call  him  ours  ! 


118.  S'  S'  ^  6s.  M. 

1  TELL  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys, 
Of  sinful  mirth  and  carnal  joys  — 

The  things  I  loved  before ; 
Let  me  but  view  my  Saviour's  face. 
And  feel  his  animating  grace. 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

S  Tell  me  no  more  of  fame  and  wealth, 
Of  careless  ease  and  blooming  health, 

For  they  have  all  their  snares  ; 
Let  me  but  know  my  sins  forgiven, 
And  see  my  name  enrolled  in  heaven, 
And  I  am  free  from  cares. 

3  Give  me  a  Bible  in  my  hand, 
A  heart  to  read  and  understand 

That  sure  unerring  word ; 
I  'd  urge  no  company  to  stay, 
But  sit  alone  from  day  to  day, 

And  converse  with  the  Lord. 

119.  c.  M. 

1  MY  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  jojrs, 
The  life  of  my  delights  ; 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights  ! 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE. 

In  darkest  shades,  if  he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  morning  star, 

And  he  my  rising  sun. 
The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine, 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  love  is  mine, 

And  tells  me  I  am  his. 
My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 

At  that  transporting  word  ; 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 

To  meet  and  praise  my  Lord. 
Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I  break  through  every  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 

Shall  bear  me  conqueror  through. 

C.  M. 
ALAS  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise ! 

What  snares  beset  my  way  ! 
To  heaven  0  let  me  turn  my  eyes. 

And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 
How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain. 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears  ! 
My  weak  resistance,  ah,  how  vain ! 

How  strong  my  foes  and  fears  ! 
O  gracious  God  !  in  whom  I  live. 

My  feeble  efforts  aid  ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray  and  strive, 

Though  trembling  and  afraid. 
Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 

Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 
Whene'er  temptations  fright  my  heart. 

Or  lure  my  feet  asidQ, 
My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart, 

My  guardian  and  my  guide. 


919  ADVENT    HARP. 

6  O  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 

And  let  me  never,  never  stravx 

From  happiness  and  thee. 

in.  L.  M. 

1  O  THOU,  to  whose  all-searching-  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light ; 
Try  us  and  prove  our  treach'rous  heart, 
And  bid  the  power  of  sin  depart. 

2  As  through  the  wilderness  we  stray, 
Be  thou  our  light,  be  thou  our  stay ; 
Mark  out  the  pilgrim's  heavenly  road, 
That  leads  us  to  the  mount  of  God. 

3  If  storms  and  tempests  cloud  our  way, 
Our  strength  proportion  to  our  day  ; 
Nor  storms  nor  tempests  need  we  fear, 
If  God,  our  sun  and  shield,  be  near. 

4  Guide  and  uphold  us  with  thy  hand, 
Till  we  arrive  at  Canaan^s  land  — 

The  land  where  sin  and  death  shall  cease 
The  land  of  rest,  and  joy,  and  peace. 

122.  8,  7,  &  4s.  M. 

1  SAVIOUR,  through  the  desert  lead  us ; 

Without  thee  we  cannot  go  ; 
Thou  from  cruel  chains  hast  freed  us, 
Thou  hast  laid  the  tyrant  low  ; 

Let  thy  presence 
Cheer  us  all  our  journey  through. 

2  Through  a  desert,  waste  and  cheerless. 

Though  our  destined  journey  lie, 
Rendered  by  thy  presence  fearless. 
We  may  e^ery  foe  defy  ; 

Nought  shall  move  us, 
While  we  see  our  Saviour  nigh. 


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CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.  7\ 

When  we 'halt,  no  track  discovering, 

Fearful  lest  we  go  astray  ; 
O'er  our  -path  thy  pillar  hov'fing,  — 

Fire  by  night,  and  cloud  by  day,  — 
Shall  direct  us ; 

Thus  we  shall  not  miss  our  way. 

When  our  foes  in  arms  assemble, 

Ready  to  obstruct  our  way ; 
Suddenly  their  hearts  shall  tremble  ; 

Thou  wilt  strike  them  with  dismay ; 
And  thy  people, 

Led  by  thee,  shall  win  the  day. 

Then  lead  on.  Almighty  Victor ; 

Scatter  every  hostile  band ; 
Be  our  guide  and  our  protector, 

Till  on  Canaan's  shores  we  stand ; 
Shouts  of  victory 

Then  shall  fill  the  promised  land. 

L.  M. 
I  A  SKED  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 

In  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace ; 
Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 

And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face. 

I  hoped  that,  in  some  favored  hour. 

At  once  he  'd  answer  my  request, 
And,  by  his  love's  constraining  power. 

Subdue  my  sins,  and  give  me  rest. 

Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 

The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart ; 
And  let  the  angry  powers  of  hell 

Assault  my  soul  in  every  part. 

:  "  Lord,  why  is  this  ?"  I  trembling  cried ; 
*'  Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death?" 
"  'Tis  in  this  way,"  the  Lord  replied, 
"  I  answer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith. 


72  ADVENT  HARP. 

5  "  These  inward  trials  I  employ, 

From  self  and  pride  to  set  thee  free, 
And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
That  thou  may'st  seek  thy  all  in  me." 

124.  c.  M. 

1  WHO  will  arise  and  plead  my  right 

Against  my  num'rous  foes ; 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite. 
And  all  my  hopes  oppose  1 

2  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 

Sustained  my  fainting  head, 
My  life  had  now  in  silence  dwelt, 
My  soul  amongst  the  dead. 

3  *'  Alas !  my  sliding  feet,"  I  cried  ; 

Thy  promise  was  my  prop  ; 
Thy  grace  stood  constant  by  my  side. 
Thy  spirit  bore  me  up. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bosom  roll, 
Thy  boundless  love  forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  soul. 

125.  L.  M. 

1  LORD,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they 

Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardoned  sin  ; 
Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth  and  sea, 
Their  minds  have  heavenly  peace  within. 

2  The  day  glides  sweetly  o'er  their  heads. 

Made  up  of  innocence  and  love  ; 
And  soft  and  silent  as  the  shades. 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3  Quick  as  their  thoughts,  their  joys  come  on, 

But  fly  not  half  so  swift  away  : 
Their  souls  are  ever  bright  as  noon. 
And  calm  as  summer  evenings  be. 


CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP.  73 

4  They  scorn  to  seek  our  golden  toys, 

But  spend  the  day,  and  share  the  night, 
In  numbering  o'er  the  richer  joys 

That  heaven  prepares  for  their  delight. 

126.  L.  M. 

1  HAPPY  the  man  that  finds  the  grace, 
The  blessing  of  God's  chosen  race ; 
The  wisdom  coming  from  above, 
The  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love. 

2  Wisdom  divine  !  who  tells  the  price 
Of  wisdom's  costly  merchandise  ? 
Wisdom  to  silver  we  prefer, 

And  gold  is  dross  compared  to  her. 

3  Her  hands  are  filled  with  length  of  days, 
True  riches,  and  immortal  praise ; 
Riches  of  Christ,  on  all  bestowed, 

And  honor  that  descends  from  God. 

4  Happy  the  man  who  wisdom  gains : 
Thrice  happy  who  his  guest  retains : 
He  owns,  and  shall  forever  own, 
Wisdom,  and  Christ,  and  heaven  are  one. 


CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP 


1  HOW  pleasant  'tis  to  see 
Kindred  and  friends  agree  — 

Each  in  his  proper  station  move, 
And  each  fulfil  his  part. 
With  sympathizing  heart, 

In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love. 

2  'T  is  like  the  ointment  shed 
On  Aaron's  sacred  head  — 


74  ADVENT    HARP. 

Divinely  rich,  divinely  svjreet ; 
, !  <  ^  ,  -  The  oil  through  all  the  room 
Diflused  a  rich  perfume. 
Ran  through  his  robes,  and  blest  his  feet. 

3  Like  fruitful  showers  of  rain, 
That  water  all  the  plain, 

Descending  from  the  neighboring  hills  ; 
Such  streams  of  pleasure  roll 
Through  every  friendly  soul, 

Where  love,  like  heavenly  dew,  distils. 

128.  s.  M. 

1  BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  ! 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims,  are  one,- 
Our  comforts,  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes ; 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part. 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain. 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free  ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 


-       CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP.  75 

129.  7s.  M. 

1  JESUS,  we  thy  promise  claim; 
We  are  gathered  in  thy  name ; 
In  the  midst  do  thou  appear ; 
Manifest  thy  presence  iiere. 

2  Sanctify  us,  Lord,  and  bless ; 
Breathe  thy  Spirit,  give  thy  peace ; 
Come,  and  dwell  within  each  heart, 
Light,  and  life,  and  joy  impart. 

3  Make  us  all  in  thee  complete  ; 
Make  us  all  for  glory  meet ; 
Meet  t'  appear  before  thy  sight, 
Partners  with  the  saints  in  light. 

130.  L.  M. 

1  COMMAND  thy  blessing  from  above, 

O  God !  on  all  assembled  here  ; 
Behold  us  with  a  father's  love, 
While  we  look  up  with  filial  fear. 

2  Command  thy  blessing,  Jesus,  Lord  ; 

May  we  thy  true  disciples  be  ; 
Speak  to  each  heart  the  mighty  word  ; 
Say  to  the  weakest,  "  Follow  me." 

3  Command  thy  blessing,  in  this  hour, 

Spirit  of  truth ,  and  fill  this  place 
With  humbling  and  exalting  power. 
With  quickening  and  confirming  grace. 

4  O  thou,  our  Maker,  Saviour,  Guide  ; 

Our  gracious  God ,  by  us  confessed  ; 
May  nought  in  life  or  death  divide 
The  saints  in  thy  communion  blessed. 

5  With  thee,  and  these,  forever  bound, 

May  all  who  here  in  prayer  unite, 
With  harps  and  songs  thy  throne  surround, 
Rest  in  thy  love,  and  reign  in  light. 


IB  ADVENT  HARP. 

131.  L.  M. 

1  FEW  are  the  hours  when  we  can  share 
The  comfort  of  united  prayer ; 

In  Jesus'  name  together  meet, 
And  put  the  world  beneath  our  feet. 

2  Yet,  Lord,  thy  goodness  *ve  adore, 
Which  now  assembles  us  once  more  ; 
O  may  we  here  thy  presence  find. 
And  serve  thee  with  a  thankful  mind !  - 

3  Teach  us,  though  in  a  world  of  sin, 
Heaven's  best  employment  to  begin  ; 
To  speak  our  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
And  love  his  name,  and  learn  his  ways. 

4  Grant  that  our  souls,  renewed  by  thee, 
In  faith  and  friendship  may  agree. 
And  for  thy  sake  delight  to  heal. 

Or  share  the  pain  that  others  feel. 

5  Teach  us  to  love  as  Christians  ought, 
Nor  keep  one  proud  or  angry  thought ; 
And  when  we  meet,  or  when  we  part, 
O  may  we  still  be  joined  in  heart ! 

132.  ^«-  M. 

1  GREAT  the  joy  when  Christians  meet ; 
Christian  fellowship,  how  sweet! 
When  (their  theme  of  praise  the  same) 
They  exalt  Jehovah's  name. 

2  Sing  we  then  eternal  love. 
Such  as  did  the  Father  move  : 
He  beheld  the  world  undone, 
Loved  the  world,  and  gave  his  Son. 

3  Sing  the  Son's  amazing  love  ; 
How  he  left  the  realms  above. 
Took  our  nature  and  our  place. 
Lived  and  died  to  save  our  race. 


CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP.  77 

4  Sing  we  too  the  Spirit's  love  :  v  r- 1 

With  our  stubborn  hearts  he  strove ;  '   '  ' 

Chased  the  mists  of  sin  away, 
Turned  our  night  to  glorious  day. 

6  Great  the  joy,  the  union  sweet, 
When  the  saints  in  glory  meet ; 
Where  the  theme  is  still  the  same ; 
Where  they  praise  Jehovah's  name. 


133.  H.  M. 

1  BEHOLD  how  good  a  thing 

It  is  to  dwell  in  peace ! 
How  pleasing  to  our  King 

The  fruit  of  righteousness ! 
When  brethren  all  in  one  agree, 
How  great  the  joys  of  unity ! 

2  When  all  are  sweetly  joined  — 

True  folFwers  of  the  Lamb  —  ?■  fi  f 

The  same  in  heart  and  mind. 

In  thought  and  speech  the  same  — 
And  all  in  love  together  dwell, 
The  peace  and  joy  no  tongue  can  tell. 

3  Where  unity  takes  place, 

The  joys  of  heaven  we  prove  ; 
This  is  the  gospel  grace, 
The  unction  from  above  ; 
The  Spirit  on  believers  shed. 
Descending  swift  from  Christ  our  Head. 

4  Where  unity  is  found. 

The  sweet  anointing  grace 
Extends  to  all  around, 

And  consecrates  the  place  ; 
To  every  waiting  soul  it  comes, 
And  fills  it  with  divine  perfumes. 

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78  ADVENT    HARP. 

134.  ""■  M 

1  JESUS,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee, 
Let  us  in  thy  name  agree  : 
Each  to  each  unite,  endear  ; 
Come,  and  spread  thy  baimer  here. 

2  Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful,  and  kind; 
Lowly,  both  in  thought  and  word 
Altogether  like  our  Lord. 

3  Let  us  for  each  other  care  ; 
Each  the  other's  burden  bear  ; 
To  thy  church  the  pattern  give ; 
Show  how  true  believers  live. 

4  Free  from  anger  and  from  pride. 
Let  us  still  in  God  abide : 

May  our  daily  life  express 
Constant  love  and  holiness. 

135.  c.  M. 

1  ASCENDING  to  his  Father's  throne, 

The  Saviour  left  the  grave  : 
To  comfort  and  unite  his  own, 
The  Spirit  then  he  gave. 

2  The  spreading  flame,  from  breast  to  breast. 

The  chosen  faithful  prove  ; 
The  world  the  wondrous  power  confest  — 
"  See  how  these  Christians  love  1" 

3  But  now,  the  enemy  his  tares 

Among  the  wheat  hath  spread  ; 
And  pride,  and  self,  and  earthly  cares, 
Their  baleful  influence  shed. 

4  From  lust  of  power  and  gain  arise 

Rancor,  deceit,  debate ; 
The  taunting  world  malignant  cries — 
"  See,  how  these  Christians  hate  !" 


CHRISTJAN    HOLINESS.  79 

Almighty  Lord,  we  turn  to  thee ; 

This  foul  reproach  remove ; 
And  let  our  one  contention  be, 

For  meekness,  peace,  and  love. 


CHRISTIAN    HOLINESS. 


136.  c.  M. 

1  EYE  hath  not  seen,  ear  hath  not  heard, 

Nor  sense  nor  reason  known. 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared 
For  those  that  love  his  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heaven  to  come  ; 

The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 

Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  is  the  land  the  saints  espy, 

And  all  the  region  peace  ; 

No  wanton  lips  nor  envious  eye 

Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 

4  Those  holy  gates  forever  bar 

Pollution,  sin  and  shame; 
None  shall  obtain  admittance  there 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

137.  t;.  M. 

1  HOLY  and  good  I  own  the  law, 

And  all  its  precepts  right ; 
The  sinner's  soul  it  fills  with  awe, 
The  saint's  with  pure  delight. 

2  I  cannot  reach  its  vast  extent. 

For  'tis  exceeding  broad  ; 
But  give  the  whole  my  full  consent, 
And  own  my  righteous  God. 


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ADVENT    HARP. 


3  Its  holiness  my  soul  desires  ; 

My  failings  I  bemoan  ; 
But  the  perfection  it  requires 
I  find  in  Christ  alone. 

4  Jesus  the  holy  law  fulfilled, 

To  be  our  righteousness  ; 
And  we  to  him  obedience  yield, 
Who  is  our  life  and  peace. 

5  His  bright  example  shows  the  way ; 

His  grace  the  power  imparts ; 
His  love  constrains  us  to  obey  ; 
His  law  is  in  our  hearts. 

138.  L.  M. 

1  MY  bless'd  Redeemer  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word ; 

But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  What  truth  and  love  thy  bosom  fill ! 
What  zeal  to  do  thy  Father's  will ! 
Such  zeal,  and  truth,  and  love  divine, 

1  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer  ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew. 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern  ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

139.  c.  M. 

1  O  SAVIOUR,  may  we  never  rest 
Till  thou  art  formed  within  ; 
Till  thou  hast  calmed  our  troubled  breast, 
And  crushed  the  power  of  sin  ! 


CHRISTIAN    HOLINESS.  81 

2  0  may  we  gaze  upon  thy  cross, 

Until  the  wondrous  sight 
Makes  earthly  treasures  seem  but  dross, 
And  early  sorrows  light ! 

3  Until,  released  from  carnal  ties, 

Our  spirit  upward  springs, 
And  sees  when  earthly  glory  dies, 
True  joy  in  heavenly  things. 

4  There  as  we  gaze  may  we  become 

United,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
And  in  a  fairer,  happier  home 
Thy  perfect  beauty  see. 

140.  c.  M. 

1  O  FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God  ! 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ! 
A  heart  that 's  sprinkled  with  the  blood 
So  freely  shed  for  me  !  — 

2  A  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean. 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  th?t  dwells  within  ;  — 

3  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  filled  with  love  divine  ! 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy.  Lord,  of  thine  ! 

4  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart ; 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new  best  name  of  love. 

141.  7s.  M. 

1  BLESSED  Jesus,  heavenly  Lamb, 
Thine  and  only  thine  I  am : 
Take  me,  body,  spirit,  soul ; 
Only  thou  possess  the  whole. 


82  ADVENT   HARP. 

2  Thou  my  one  thing  needful  be  ; 
Let  me  ever  cleave  to  thee  ; 
Let  me  choose  the  better  part ; 
Let  me  give  thee  all  my  heart. 

3  Fairer  than  the  sons  of  men  ! 
Do  not  let  me  turn  again  — 
Leave  the  fountain-head  of  bliss, 
Stoop  to  creature  happiness. 

4  All  my  treasure  is  above, 
All  my  riches  is  thy  love  : 
Who  thy  depth  of  love  can  tell, 
Infinite,  unsearchable  1 

141  ^--  M- 

1  COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare; 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer ; 

He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray. 
Therefore  will  not  turn  away. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King  ; 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring  ; 
For  his  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin  ; 
0  remove  this  load  of  sin  ! 

Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest ; 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There  thy  lawful  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 


CHRISTIAN    HOLINESS.  83 

143.  L.  M. 

1  EMPTIED  of  earth  I  fain  would  be, 
Of  sin,  of  self,  of  all  but  thee  ; 
Reserved  for  Christ  that  bled  and  died 
Surrendered  to  the  Crucified. 

2  Sequestered  from  the  noise  and  strife, 
The  lust,  the  pomp,  the  pride  of  life; 
Prepared  for  heaven,  my  noblest  care, 
And  have  my  conversation  there. 

3  Nothing  save  Jesus  would  I  know  ; 
My  friend,  and  my  companion,  thou  ; 
Constrain  my  soul  thy  sway  to  own  ; 
Self-will,  self-righteousness  dethrone. 

4  Detach  from  sublunary  joys 

One  that  would  only  hear  thy  voice, 
Thy  beauty  see,  thy  grace  admire, 
Nor  glow  but  with  celestial  fire. 

144.  c.  M. 

1  NO  longer  far  from  rest  I  roam. 

And  search  in  vain  for  bliss ; 
My  soul  is  satisfied  at  home,  — 
The  Lord  my  portion  is. 

2  Jesus,  who  on  his  glorious  throne 

Rules  heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea. 
Is  pleased  to  claim  me  for  his  own. 
And  give  himself  to  me. 

3  His  person  fixes  all  my  love  ; 

His  blood  removes  my  fear  ; 
And,  while  he  pleads  for  me  above. 

His  arm  preserves  me  here.  > 

4  His  word  of  promise  is  my  food, 

His  Spirit  is  my  guide  : 
Thus  daily  is  my  strength  renewed. 
And  all  my  wants  supplied. 


84  ADVENT    HARP. 

5  For  him  I  count  as  gain  each  lose , 

Disgrace,  for  him,  renown  ; 
Well  may  I  glory  in  his  cross, 
While  he  prepares  my  crown. 

145.  c.  M. 

1  O  'T  IS  delight,  without  alloy, 

Jesus,  to  hear  thy  name ; 
My  spirit  leaps  with  inward  joy, 
I  feel  the  sacred  flame. 

2  My  passions  hold  a  pleasing  reign, 

When  love  inspires  my  breast ; 
Love,  the  divinest  of  the  train, 
The  sovereign  of  the  rest. 

3  This  is  the  grace  must  live  and  sing 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease  ; 
Must  sound  from  every  joyful  string 
Through  the  sweet  groves  of  bliss. 

4  Let  life  immortal  seize  my  clay  ; 

Let  love  refine  my  blood  ; 
Her  flames  can  bear  my  soul  away. 
Can  bring  me  near  my  God. 

6  Swift  I  ascend  the  heavenly  place, 

And  hasten  to  my  home  ; 
I  leap  to  meet  thy  kind  embrace  ; 
I  come,  O  Lord,  I  come  ! 


CHRISTIAN    WARFARE 


146.  C.  M. 

1  AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause. 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 


CHRISTIAN    WARFARE.  86 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
Whilst  others  fought  to  win  the  piize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  1 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  of  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 
I  '11  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar. 
With  faith's  discerning  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
,  And  all  thy  armies  shine 

In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

147.  8,  8,  &  6s.  M. 

1  THE  Lord  of  hosts  is  on  my  side ; 
In  him  —  him  only,  I  confide, 

Nor  shall  confide  in  vain  ; 
Amidst  ten  thousand  foes  and  snares, 
Amidst  ten  thousand  anxious  cares. 

He  can  my  soul  sustain. 

2  I  will  not  yield  to  servile  fear. 
Though  all  the  fiends  of  hell  draw  near, 

To  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave  ; 
My  gracious  God  is  also  nigh, 
And  will  their  hostile  rage  defy  ; 

He  is  at  hand  to  save. 

3  Let  us  our  hope  in  God  express  ; 
Our  hope  is  in  his  mighty  grace ; 


86  ADVENT    HARP. 

And  Still  in  him  confide  ; 
With  dauntless  courage  let  us  rise, 
Press  on,  and  win  the  gracious  prize, 

For  God  is  on  our  side. 


148. 


149. 


8,  8,  &  Gs.  M. 

1  COME  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 
My  comrades  through  the  wilderness, 

Who  still  your  hurdens  feel ; 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  the  vale  of  tears, 

To  yon  celestial  hill  :  — 

2  Look  far  beyond  this  narrow  space, 
Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place, 

The  saints'  secure  abode  ; 
On  faith's  strong  eagle  pinion  rise. 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 

Strong  in  the  strength  of  God. 

3  Who  suffer  with  their  Master  here 
Shall  soon  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  side  sit  down  : 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure ; 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  cross,  shall  wear  the  crown. 

4  Thrice  blessed  bliss-inspiring  hope  ! 
It  lifts  the  fainting  spirit  up  ; 

It  brings  to  life  the  dead  : 
Our  conflicts  here  shall  soon  be  past, 
And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last, 

Triumphant  with  our  Head. 

L.  P.  M. 

1  AND  art  thou,  gracious  Master,  gone, 
A  mansion  to  prepare  for  me  ■? 
ShaU  I  behold  thee  on  thy  throne  ? 
Shall  I  forever  dwell  with  thee? 
Then  let  the  world  approve  or  blame, 
I  '11  triumph  in  thy  glorious  name. 


150. 


CHRTSTIAN    V\'ARFARE.  87 

2  ShouM  I,  to  gain  the  world's  applause, 

Or  to  escape  its  sharpest  frown, 
Refuse  to  countenance  thy  cause, 

And  make  thy  people's  lot  my  own ; 
What  shame  would  fill  me  in  that  day 
When  thou  thy  glory  shalt  display  ! 

3  And  what  is  man,  or  what  his  smile? 

The  terror  of  his  anger  what  ] 
Like  grass  he  flourishes  awhile, 

But  soon  his  place  shall  know  him  not ; 
Through  fear  of  such  an  one,  shall  I 
The  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth  deny  ? 

4  No  ;  let  the  world  cast  out  my  name, 

And  vile  account  me,  if  it  will  ; 
If  to  confess  the  Lord  be  shame, 

I  purpose  to  be  viler  still : 
For  thee,  my  God,  I  all  resign. 
Content,  if  I  can  call  thee  mine. 

L.  M. 

1  WHAT  means  this  conflict  in  my  heart, 
In  which  both  grace  and  sin  take  part  ? 
Both  seem  resolved  in  me  to  reign. 
And  both  a  daily  w^ar  maintain. 

2  Grace  bids  me  seek  the  Lord  by  prayer ; 
Sin  almost  drives  me  to  despair  : 
Grace  bids  me  rise  by  heavenly  birth  ; 
Sin  drags  me  downward  to  the  earth. 

3  Grace  makes  me  love  the  saints  of  God, 
His  house,  his  service,  and  his  word  ; 
But  sin  in  every  place  has  tried 

To  turn  my  wand'ring  heart  aside. 

4  Grace  gives  me  views  of  heavenly  joys. 
But  sin  my  happiness  annoys  ; 

Though  sin,  O  Lord  !  would  hold  me  fast, 
Thy  grace  shall  conquer  sin  at  last. 


88  ADVENT  HARP. 

151.  c.  M. 

1  CHRIST'S  trumpet  sounds,  let  saints  be  armed ; 

The  battle  is  begun  ; 
The  hosts  of  Satan  are  alarmed  ; 
The  day  will  soon  be  won. 

2  The  glorious  Captain,  Jesus,  sends 

The  heralds  of  his  might, 
To  search  and  try  who  are  his  friends, 
And  who  will  'list  to  fight. 

3  The  gospel  calls  for  volunteers, 

That  come  with  heart  and  hand ; 
Come,  brethren,  banish  all  your  fears, 
And  with  your  Saviour  stand. 

4  Our  King  is  sure  the  day  to  gain ; 

His  friends  with  him  shall  share ; 
Who  suffer  now  with  him  shall  reign  ; 
But  let  his  foes  beware. 

5  Dear  Lord,  accept  my  worthless  name ; 

A  soldier  I  would  be  ; 
Thy  gracious  promises  I  claim, 
And  give  myself  to  thee. 

J52^  8,  7,  &  4s.  M. 

1  GUIDE  us,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrims  through  this  barren  land ; 
We  are  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty, 
Hold  us  with  thy  powerful  hand  ; 

Bread  of  heaven. 
Feed  us  now  and  evermore. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow ; 
Let  thy  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  us  all  our  journey  through  ; 

Strong  deliv'rer, 
Be  thou  still  our  strength  and  shield. 


PATIENCE.  89 

3  Musing  on  our  habitation, 

Looking  to  our  heavenly  home, 
Fills  our  souls  with  holy  longing  — 
Come,  Lord  Jesus,  quickly  come ; 

Hard  the  conflict, 
Till  we  find  our  rest  with  thee. 

153.  ^-  M- 

1  THE  Christian  warrior,  —  see  him  stand, 

In  the  whole  armor  of  his  God  ; 
The  Spirit's  sword  is  in  his  hand  ; 
His  feet  are  with  the  gospel  shod  : 

2  In  panoply  of  truth  complete, 

Salvation's  helmet  on  his  head, 
With  righteousness,  a  breastplate  meet, 
And  faith's  broad  shield  before  him  spread. 

3  With  this  omnipotence  he  moves, 

From  this  the  alien  armies  flee ; 
Till  more  than  conqueror  he  proves, 
Through  Christ,  who  gives  him  victory. 

4  Thus  strong  in  his  Redeemer's  strength, 

Sin,  death  and  hell  he  tramples  down, 
Fights  the  good  fight ;  and  wins  at  length, 
Through  mercy,  an  immortal  crown. 


PATIENCE. 


154.  ^'  M. 

1  PATIENCE,  O  what  a  grace  divine, 
Sent  from  the  God  of  peace  and  love ! 
That  leans  upon  its  Father's  hand. 
As  through  the  wilds  of  life  we  rove. 

8  By  patience  we  serenely  bear 

The  troubles  of  our  mortal  state ; 


30  ADVENT    HARP. 

And  wait  contented  our  discharge, 
Nor  think  our  glory  comes  too  late, 

3  O  for  this  grace  to  aid  us  on, 

And  arm  with  fortitude  the  breast ; 

Till  life's  tumultuous  voyage  is  o'er, 

We  reach  the  port  of  endless  rest ! 

4  Faith  into  vision  shall  be  brought, 

Hope  shall  in  full  enjoyment  die  ; 
And  patience  in  possession  end. 

In  the  bright  world  of  bliss  on  high. 

155.  c.  p.  M. 

1  AS  much  have  I  of  worldly  good 

As  e'er  my  Master  had  ; 
I  feed  upon  as  dainty  food. 

And  am  as  richly  clad, 
Though  plain  my  garb,  though  scant  my  boardy 
As  Mary's  son,  and  nature's  Lord. 

2  The  manger  was  his  infant  bed  ; 

A  pilgrim  life  he  passed  ; 
He  had  not  where  to  lay  his  head, 

Nor  owned  his  tomb  at  last. 
Earth  yielded  him  no  resting  spot,  — 
Her  Saviour,  but  she  knew  him  not. 

3  As  much  the  world's  good  will  I  share, 

Its  favors  and  applause, 
As  he  whose  blessed  name  I  bear, 

Hated,  without  a  cause  ; 
Despised,  rejected,  mocked  by  pride, 
Betrayed,  forsaken,  crucified. 

4  Why  should  I  court  my  Master's  foel 

Why  should  I  fear  his  frown  1 
Why  should  I  ask  for  rest  below. 

Or  sigh  for  brief  reno-\\Ti  1 
A  pilgrim  to  a  better  land, 
An  heir  of  joys  at  God's  right  hand. 


I 


PATIENCE.  9}, 

156.  c.  M. 

1  AFFLICTION  is  a  stormy  deep, 

Where  wave  succeeds  to  wave  ; 
Though  o'er  ray  head  the  billows  roll, 
I  know  the  Lord  can  save. 

2  The  hand  that  now  withholds  my  joys 

Can  yet  restore  my  peace  ; 
And  he  who  bids  the  tempest  roar 
Can  bid  the  tempest  cease. 

3  In  the  dark  watches  of  the  night, 

I  '11  count  his  mercies  o'er ; 
I  '11  praise  him  for  ten  thousand  past, 
And  humbly  beg  for  more. 

4  There  will  I  rest  and  build  my  hopes, 

Nor  murmur  at  his  rod  ; 
He  's  more  than  all  the  world  to  me, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

157.  ,      c,  M, 

1  O  THOU  Irom  whom  all  goodness  flows ! 

I  lift  my  soul  to  thee  ; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
Jesus,  remember  me. 

2  When  on  my  aching,  burdened  heart 

My  sins  lie  heavily, 
Thy  pardon  grant,  new  peace  impart ; 
In  love  remember  me. 

3  When  trials  sore  obstruct  my  way. 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee, 
O  let  my  strengtli  be  as  my  day  ; 
For  good  remember  me. 

4  If  worn  with  pain,  disease,  and  grief, 

This  feeble  body  be. 
Grant  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief; 
And,  Lord,  remember  me. 


92  ADVENT    HARP. 

5  K  in  the  solemn  hour  of  death 
I  bow  to  thy  decree, 
Be  this  the  prayer  of  my  last  breath, 
O  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

158.  c.  M. 

1  0  LORD  I  whate'er  is  felt  or  feared, 

This  thought  is  our  repose. 
That  he,  by  whom  this  frame  was  reared, 
Its  various  weakness  knows. 

2  Thou  view'st  us  with  a  pitying  eye, 

While  struggling  with  our  load  ; 
In  pains  and  dangers  thou  art  nigh, 
Our  Father  and  our  God. 

3  Supported  by  our  Saviour's  love, 

We  tend  to  realms  of  peace. 
Where  every  pain  shall  far  remove. 
And  every  frailty  cease. 

159.  L  ^- 

1  LORD,  1  am  thine,  but  thou  wilt  prove 
My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love  ; 
When  wicked  men  against  me  join, 
They  are  the  sword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below  ; 
'T  is  all  the  happiness  they  know  ; 

'T  is  all  they  seek  ;  they  take  their  shares. 
And  leave  the  rest  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  sinners  value,  I  resign  : 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine: 
I  shall  behold  tliy  blissful  face. 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

4  This  life  's  a  dream,  an  empty  show. 
But  the  bright  v/orld  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  : 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 


PATIENCE.  93 

6 ,0  glorious  hour !  O  bless 'd  abode ! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

6  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground. 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  ; 
Then  burst  the  chains,  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise, 

160.  c.  M, 

1  FIERCE  passions  discompose  the  mind, 

As  tempests  vex  the  sea  ; 
But  calm  content  and  peace  we  find, 
When,  Lord,  we  turn  to  thee. 

2  In  vain  by  reason  and  by  rule 

We  try  to  bend  the  will ; 
For  none  but  in  the  Saviour's  school 
Can  learn  the  heavenly  skill. 

3  Since  at  his  feet  my  soul  has  sat, 

His  gracious  words  to  hear, 
Contented  with  my  present  state, 
I  cast  on  him  my  care. 

4  "  If  thou  of  murm'ring  wouldst  be  cured, 

Compare  thy  griefs  with  mine  ; 
Think  what  my  love  for  thee  endured, 
And  thou  wilt  not  repine. 

6  "  'Tis  I  appoint  thy  daily  lot, 
And  I  do  all  things  well  : 
Thou  soon  shalt  leave  this  wretched  spot, 
And  rise  with  me  to  dwell." 

161.  L.  M. 

1  LORD,  who  hast  suffered  all  for  me, 
My  grace  and  pardon  to  procure ; 
The  lighter  cross  I  bear  for  thee, 
Help  me  with  patience  to  endure. 
7 


94  ADVENT   HARP. 

2  The  storm  of  loud  repining  hush  ;  , 

Give  me,  O  Lord  !  submissive  faith  ; 
Nor  let  me  speak  of  my  distress. 
Who  merit  everlasting  wrath. 

3  Perhaps  some  golden  wedge  suppressed, 

Some  secret  sin,  offends  my  God  ; 
Perhaps  that  Babylonish  vest. 

Self-righteousness,  provokes  the  rod. 

4  Ah  !  were  I  buffeted  all  day, 

Mocked,  crowned  with  thorns,  and  spit  uptn 
I  yet  should  have  no  right  to  say 
My  great  distress  is  mine  alone. 

5  Let  me  not  angrily  declare 

No  pain  was  ever  sharp  as  mine  ; 
Nor  murmur  at  the  cross  1  bear, 
But  rather  weep,  rememb'ring  thine. 

162.  8s.  M. 

1  HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flower 

Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me  ; 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay  ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 

December  's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice  ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom. 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 
Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resigned ; 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind. 


PATIENCE.  95 

3  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  n^iy  sun  and  my  song, 
Say  why  do  1  languish  and  pine  ? 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
O  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  ray  sky ! 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore  ; 
And  bid  me  rejoice  in  thee  nigh  ; 

Then  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

163.  L.  M. 

1  WAIT  on  the  Lord,  ye  heirs  of  hope, 
And  let  his  word  support  each  soul ; 
Well  can  he  bear  your  courage  up. 
And  all  your  foes  and  fears  control. 

2.  He  waits  his  own  well-chosen  hour 
Th'  intended  mercy  to  display  ; 
And  his  paternal  pities  move, 
While  wisdom  dictates  the  delay. 

3  Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  wait 

With  sweet  submission  to  his  will ; 
Harmonious  all  their  passions  move. 
And  in  the  midst  of  storms  are  still. 

4  Still,  till  their  Father's  well-known  voice 

Wakens  their  silence  into  songs  ; 
TheiPearth  grows  vocal  with  his  praise, 
And  heaven  the  grateful  shout  prolongs 


WATCHFULNESS. 


164.  C.  M. 

1  AND  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought, 
And  answer,  in  that  day. 
For  every  vain  and  idle  thought, 
And  every  word  I  say  1 


■16  ADVENT   HARP. 

2  Yes,  eveiy  secret  of  my  heart 

Shall  shortly  be  made  known, 
And  I  receive  m.y  just  desert 
For  all  that  I  have  done. 

3  How  careful,  then,  ought  1  to  live  — 

With  what  religious  fear  — 
Who  such  a  strict  account  must  give 
For  my  behavior  here  ! 

4  Thou  awful  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

The  watchful  power  bestow  ; 
So  shall  I  to  my  ways  take  heed. 
To  all  I  speak  or  do. 

6  If  now  thou  standest  at  the  door, 

0  let  me  feel  thee  near, 

And  make  my  peace  with  God,  before 

1  at  thy  bar  appear. 

165.  '«:  M 

1  HARK,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  ; 
'T  is  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word  ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee  ; 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me? 

2  "  I  delivered  thee  when  bound,*    ^ 
And  when  wounded,  healed  thy  wound  ; 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light ; 

3  "  Can  a  mother's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare  1 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be. 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  a  redeeming  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 


I.   y  r 


WATCHFULNESS. 

5  "  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be  ; 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me?" 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore  ; 

O,  for  grace  to  love  thee  more ! 

166.  s.  M. 

1  A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify  ; 
Who  life  and  all  its  blessings  gave, 
My  love  for  him  to  try. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age. 

My  calling  to  fulfil  ; 
O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 
And  O,  thy  servant.  Lord,  prepare, 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely  ; 
Assured  if  I  my  trust  betray 
I  shall  forevjpr  die. 

167.  s.  M. 

1  YE  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Each  in  his  office  wait. 
Observant  of  his  heavenly  word. 
And  watchful  at  his  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame  ; 
Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight ; 
His  coming  thus  proclaim  :  — 


97 


SW  ADVENT    HARP. 

3  Watch,  'tis  your  Lord's  command, 

And  while  we  speak,  he  's  near  — 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  his  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  O  happy  servant  he 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see. 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 

168.  L.  M. 

1  GREAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 

Be  thou  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise, 

Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God ! 
And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties,  — 

Thy  son,  thy  servant  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 

For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, 
As  travellers  in  thirsty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  My  life  itself,  without  tRy  love. 

No  lasting  pleasure  can  afibrd  ; 
Yea,  't  would  a  tiresome  burden  prove, 
If  I  were  banished  from  the  Lord  ! 

5  I  '11  lift  my  hands,  I  '11  raise  my  voice. 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise  ; 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  hope  to  sing  immortal  lays. 

169.  ^  P-  ^^• 

*  1  "  A  LITTLE  while,"  our  Lord  shall  come. 
And  we  shall  wander  here  no  more, 
He  '11  take  us  to  our  Father's  home, 
Where  he  for  us  has  gone  before, 
To  dwell  with  him,  to  see  his  face. 
And  sing  the  glories  of  his  grace. 


WAITING    FOR    DELIVERANCE.  99 

"  A  little  while,"  he  '11  come  again, 

Let  us  the  precious  hours  redeem  I 
Our  only  grief  to  give  him  pain. 

Our  joy  to  serve  and  follo\v  him  ; 
Watching  and  ready  may  we  be, 
As  those  that  long  their  Lord  to  see. 

"  A  little  while,"  'twill  soon  be  past, 

Why  should  we  shun  the  shame  and  cross? 

O  let  us  in  his  footsteps  haste, 

Counting  for  him  all  else  but  loss ! 

O  how  his  smile  will  recompense 

For  this  short  season  of  suspense  ! 

"  A  little  while,"  come,  Saviour,  come ! 

For  thee  thy  bride  has  tarried  long ; 
Take  thy  poor  wearied  pilgrims  home, 

To  sing  the  new  eternal  song ; 
To  see  thy  glory,  and  to  be 
In  everything  conformed  to  thee. 


\^  illTING    FOR    DELIVERANCE 


170.  C.  M. 

1  ANOTHER  weary  day  is  past ; 

I  'm  waiting  still  for  thee  ; 
O,  keep  me,  Saviour,  till  the  last, 
And  set  me  fully  free. 

2  I  long  to  know  thee  as  thou  art, 

And  reign  with  thee  in  life  ; 
O,  let  this  longing,  fainting  heart 
Now  end  the  mortal  strife  ! 

S  With  thine  immortal  image  seal 
This  feeble  creature  thine  ; 
And  all  thy  glory  then  reveal, 
And  let  me  in  it  shine. 


lOd  ADVENT  HARP. 

4  I  would  be  where  thou  art :  0  come ! 
No  longer  now  delay  ; 
But  take  thy  weeping  children  home, 
From  sin  and  grief  away. 

171.  CM. 

1  JESUS,  our  hope,  our  life,  our  heaven, 

The  lingering  times  have  flown  ; 
To  thee  the  kingdom  now  is  given  ; 
Return  and  claim  thine  own. 

2  And,  as  we  wait,  along  the  skies 

Unearthly  glory  steals, 
And  our  glad  spirits  seem  to  rise, 
To  haste  thy  chariot  wheels. 

3  Although  they  seem  to  linger,  still 

Thy  retinue  on  high 
Is  marshalled,  and  awaits  the  will 
That  bids  their  myriads  fly. 

4  Then  we  will  wait,  nor  deem  too  long 

The  closing  hours  of  grace. 
But  trim  our  lamps  with  cheerful  song, 
Till  we  shall  see  thy  face. 

172,  5  &  6s.  M. 

1  O  TELL  me  no  more 

Of  this  world's  vain  store  I 
The  time  for  such  trifles 
With  me  now  is  o'er. 

2  A  city  I  've  found. 

Where  true  joys  abound ; 
To  dwell  I  'm  determined 
On  this  happy  ground. 

3  My  soul,  don't  delay  ; 

He  calls  thee  away  ; 
Rise,  follow  thy  Saviour, 
And  bless  the  glad  day.  ». 


WAITING    FOR    DELIVERANCE.  101 

173.  8,  8,  &  6s.  M. 

1  0  GLORIOUS  hope  of  heavenly  love ! 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above  ; 

It  bears  on  eagles'  wings  ; 
It  gives  my  ravished  soul  a  taste, 
And  makes  me  for  some  moments  feast 

With  Jesus'  priests  and  kings. 

2  Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope, 

I  stand,  and  from  the  mountain-top 

See  all  the  land  below ; 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise. 
And  all  the  fruits  of  paradise 

In  endless  plenty  grow. 

3  A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favored  with  God's  peculiar  smile, 

With  every  blessing  blest ; 
There  dwells  the  Lord  our  Righteousness, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace. 

And  everlasting  rest. 

4  O  that  I  might  at  once  go  up  ! 
No  more  on  this  side  Jordan  stop, 

But  now  the  land  possess  ! 
This  moment  end  my  toilsome  years, 
Sorrows,  and  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears,— 

A  howling  wilderness ! 

174.  «■  M- 

1  WHEN  wild  confusion  wrecks  the  air. 

And  tempests  rend  the  skies ; 
Whilst  blended  ruin,  clouds  and  fire, 
In  harsh  disorder  rise ; 

2  Safe  in  my  Saviour's  love  I  '11  stand, 

And  strike  my  tuneful  song  ; 
My  harp  all  trembling  in  my  hand, 
And  all  inspired  my  tongue. 


102  ADVENT  HARP. 

3  I  '11  shout  aloud,  "  Ye  thunders,  roll, 

And  shake  the  sullen  sky  I 
Your  sounding  voice  from  pole  to  pole 
In  angry  murmurs  try. 

4  "  Let  the  earth  totter  on  her  base, 

And  clouds  the  heavens  deform  ; 
Blow,  all  ye  winds,  from  every  place 
And  rush  the  final  storm. 

5  "  Come  quickly,  blessed  Lord !  appear^ 

Bid  thy  swift  chariot  fly  ; 
Let  angels  tell  thy  coming  near, 
And  snatch  me  to  the  sky. 

6  "  Around  thy  wheels  in  the  glad  throng 

I  'd  bear  a  joyful  part ; 
All  hallelujah  on  my  tongue. 
All  rapture  in  my  heart." 

175^  10  &  lis.  M. 

1  O  WHAT  shall  I  do  my  Saviour  to  praise? 
So  faithful  and  true,  so  plenteous  in  grace ; 
So  strong  to  deliver,  so  good  to  redeem, 
The  weakest  believer  that  hangs  upon  him  ? 

2  How  happy  the  man  whose  heart  is  set  free  ! 
The  people  that  can  be  joyful  in  thse  ! 
Their  joy  is  to  walk  in  the  light  of  thy  face, 
And  still  they  are  talking  of  Jesus's  grace. 

3  Their  daily  delight  shall  be  in  thy  name  ; 

They  «hall,  as  their  right,  thy  righteousness  claim  ; 
And  having  thy  Spirit,  and  cleansed  by  thy  blood, 
Bold  shall  they  appear  in  the  presence  of  God. 

4  For  thou  art  their  boast,  their  glory,  and  power  ; 
And  I  also  trust  to  see  the  glad  hour, 

My  soul's  new  creation,  a  life  from  the  dead, 
The  day  of  salvation  that  lifts  up  my  head. 


WAITING    FOR    DELIVERANCE.  103, 

5  For  Jesus  my  Lord  is  now  my  defence ; 

I  trust  in  his  word ;  none  plucks  me  from  thence ; 
Since  I  have  found  favor,  he  all  thing-s  will  do, 
My  King  and  my  Saviour  shall  make  me  anew. 

6  Yes,  Lord,  I  shall  see  the  bliss  of  thine  own  ; 
Thy  secret  to  me  shall  soon  be  made  known ; 
For  sorrow  and  sadness,  I  joy  shall  receive, 
And  share  in  the  gladness  of  all  that  believe. 

176.  c.  M. 

1  DEAR  Saviour,  here  we  fainting  he, 

And  long  to  see  thy  face  ; 
Descend,  O  Jesus,  from  on  high. 
In  mercy  to  our  race. 

2  How  long  shall  that  bright  hour  delay  ? 

When  will  our  Lord  appear  ? 

We  long  to  see  the  glorious  day 

When  Jesus  will  draw  near. 

3  We  long  to  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 

And  see  the  just  arise  ; 
We  long  to  see  our  Saviour  crowned, 
And  meet  him  in  the  skies. 

4  We  wish  to  see  our  Lord  descend, 

Arrayed  in  robes  of  light ; 
To  Satan's  kingdom  put  an  end. 
And  claim  his  proper  right. 

5  We  long  thy  coming  to  behold. 

That  day  of  joy  to  see  ; 
Our  ardent  longings  can't  be  told ; 
Lord,  let  it  quickly  be. 

177.  c.  M. 

1  WITH  hope  deferred,  our  Lord  to  see ; 
"  Why  tarries  he?"  we  cry  ; 
And  if  he  should  rebuke  our  haste. 
Thus  would  we  make  reply  :  — 


,104  ADVENT   HARP. 

2  "  May  not  the  exile,  Lord,  desire 

His  native  realm  to  see? 
May  not  the  captive  seek  release  ? 
The  prisoner  to  be  free  ? 

3  ".Children,  when  far  away,  may  long 

"  For  home  and  kindred  dear, 
And  she  that  loves  her  absent  Lord 
Must  grieve  till  he  appear." 

178.  c.  M. 

1  DEAR  Saviour,  we  would  know  thy  love, 

Which  yet  no  measure  knows ; 
For  us  it  led  thee  once  to  die,  — 
From  thence  salvation  flows. 

2  Fain  would  we  strike  the  golden  harp, 

And  wear  the  promised  crown, 
And  at  thy  feet,  while  bending  low, 
Would  sing  what  Grace  has  done. 

3  Then  leave  us  not  in  this  dark  world, 

As  strangers  long  to  roam ; 
Come,  Lord,  and  take  us  to  thyself, 
Come,  Jesus,  quickly  come ! 


HOPE    TRIUMPHANT 

179.  C.  M. 

1  SWEET  rivers  of  redeeming  love 

I  see  before  me  lie  ; 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
I  'd  to  those  rivers  fly. 

2  I  'd  rise  superior  to  my  pain. 

With  joy  outstrip  the  wind  ; 
I  'd  cross  bold  Jordan's  stormy  main. 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 


HOPE    TRIUMPHANT.  105 

3  A  few  more  days,  or  months,  at  most, 

My  troubles  will  be  o'er  ; 
I  hope  to  join  the  heavenly  host 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 

4  My  rapturous  soul  shall  drink  and  feast 

In  love's  unbounded  sea  ; 
The  glorious  hope  of  endless  rest 
Ts  ravishing  to  me. 

5  0,  come,  my  Saviour,  come  away, 

And  bear  me  to  the  sky ! 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay  ; 
Make  haste  and  brino  it  nio-h, 

6  I  long  to  see  thy  glorious  face, 

And  in  thine  image  shine  ; 
To  triumph  in  victorious  grace, 
And  be  forever  thine. 

180.  c.  M. 

1  O,  WHAT  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me ! 

Before  my  ravished  eyes 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see. 
And  trees  of  paradise. 

2  I  see  the  blessed  saints  in  light, 

Who  taste  the  pleasure  there  ; 
They  are  all  robed  in  spotless  white. 
And  conquering  palms  they  bear. 

3  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain  ; 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down. 
And  smile  at  toil  and  pain. 

4  O  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 

If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet 
With  that  enraptured  host  t'  appear, 
And  worship  at  thy  feet  ? 


106  ADVENT  HARP. 

5  Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 
Take  life  or  friends  away  ; 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 
In  that  eventful  day  ! 

181..  8^-  M. 

1  TO  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 

My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone ; 

0  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up, 

And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne. 
My  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love  ; 

Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore ; 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 
,    All  glory,  dominion,  and  power. 

2  Dissolve  from  these  bands  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee, 
Ah  !  strike  off  this  adamant  chain, 

And  make  me  eternally  free. 
When  that  happy  era  begins, 
>  When  arrayed  in  thy  glories  I  shine, 

Nor  grieve  any  more,  by  my  sins, 

The  bosom  on  which  I  recline. 

3  O  then  shall  the  veil  be  removed, 

And  round  me  thy  brightness  he  poured  ; 

1  shall  meet  him,  whom  absent  I  loved, 

I  shall  see,  whom  unseen  I  adored. 
And  then,  never  more  shall  the  fears. 

The  trials,  temptations,  and  woes, 
Which  darken  this  valley  of  tears, 

Intrude  on  my  blissful  repose. 

182.  c-  M- 

1  AWAKE,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 
And  raise  your  voices  high  ; 
Awake  and  praise  that  sovereign  love 
That  shows  salvation  nigh. 


HOPE    TRIUMPHANT.  107 

9  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies ; 
Each  moment  brings  it  near  ; 
Then  welcome  each  declining  day, 
Welcome  each  closing  year  ! 

3  Not  many  years  their  round  shall  run, 
Not  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  revealed 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

183.  ^'  ^^• 

*  1  "  THESE  glorious  ones,  how  bright  they  shine 

Whence  all  their  white  array? 

How  came  they  to  the  happy  seats 

Of  everlasting  day?" 

2  Now  they  approach  th'  eternal  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne  ; 
Their  warbling  harps  and  sacred  songs 
Adore  the  Holy  One. 

3  The  unveiled  glory  of  his  face 

Spreads  joy  on  every  side  ; 
While  the  rich  treasure  of  his  grace 
Sees  all  their  wants  supplied. 

4  Tormenting  thirst  shall  leave  their  souls, 

And  hunger  flee  as  fast ; 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  sweet  repast. 

5  The  Lamb  shall  lead  his  heavenly  flock 

Where  living  fountains  rise  ; 
And  love  divine  shall  wipe  away 
The  sorrows  of  their  eyes. 

184.  c.  M. 

1  AMAZING  grace !  (how  sweet  the  sound !) 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me ; 
1  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found. 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 


108  ADVENT    HARP. 

2  'T  was  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed  ! 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come  ; 
'T  is  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me, 

His  word  my  hope  secures  ; 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow. 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine  ; 
But  God,  who  called  me  here  below, 
Will  be  forever  mine. 


THE    RESURRECTION    TO   LIFE 


185.  ^«-  M. 

1  ANGELS,  roll  the  rock  away! 
Death,  yield  up  the  mighty  prey  ! 
See,  the  Saviour  quits  the  tomb. 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  Shout,  ye  seraphs ;  Gabriel,  raise 
Fame's  eternal  trump  of  praise  ; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Echo  to  the  joyful  sound. 


THE    RESURRECTION    TO    LIFE.  109 

3  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes ; 
See  the  Conqueror  mount  the  skiea ; 
When  he  comes  ye  conquer  too ! 
He  has  triumphed  thus  for  you. 

4  Heaven  unfolds  her  portals  wide  ; 
Glorious  Hero,  through  them  ride  ; 
King  of  glory,  mount  thy  throne  ; 
Boundless  empire  is  thy  own. 

5  Praise  him,  ye  celestial  choirs, 
Raise  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres  ; 
Praise  him  in  the  noblest  songs. 

From  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues.     ^ 

186.  L.    M.  , 

1  THE  morning  flowers  display  their  sweets, 

And  gay  their  silken  leaves  unfold, 
As  careless  of  the  noontide  heats, 
As  fearless  of  the  evening  cold. 

2  Nipt  hy  the  winds'  untimely  blast, 

Parched  by  the  sun's  director  ray, 
The  momentary  glories  waste, 
The  short-lived  beauties  die  away 

3  So  blooms  the  human  face  divine, 

When  youtli  its  pride  of  beauty  shows 
Fairer  than  spring  the  colors  shine, 
And  sweeter  than  the  virgin  rose. 

4  But  worn  by  slowly  rolling  years, 

Or  broke  by  sickness  in  a  day, 
The  fading  glory  disappears. 

The  short-lived  beauties  die  away.  ' 

5  Yet  these,  new  rising  from  the  tomb, 

With  lustre  brighter  far  shall  shine, 
Revive  with  ever-during  bloom, 
Safe  from  diseases  and  decline. 
8 


ADVENT   HARP. 

6  Let  sickness  blast,  let  death  devour,      • 
If  heaven  but  recompense  our  pains ; 
Perish  the  grass  and  fade  the  flower, 
K  firm  the  word  of  God  remains. 

187.  c.  M. 

1  HOW  long  shall  death  the  tyrant  reign, 

And  triumph  o'er  the  just ; 
While  the  rich  blood  of  martyrs  slain 
Lies  mingled  with  the  dust? 

2  When  shall  the  tedious  night  be  gone  T 

When  will  our  Lord  appear? 
Our  fond  desires  would  pray  him  down, 
Our  love  embrace  him  here. 

3  Let  faith  arise  and  climb  the  hills, 

And  from  afar  descry 
How  distant  are  his  chariot  wheels, 
And  tell  how  fast  they  fly. 

4  We  hear  the  voice,  "  Ye  dead,  arise !" 

And,  lo,  the  graves  obey  I 
And  waking  saints,  with  joyful  eyes, 
,  Salute  th'  expected  day. 

5  O  may  our  humble  spirits  stand 

Among  them  clothed  in  white  ! 
The  meanest  place  at  his  right  hand 
Is  infinite  delight. 

6  How  shall  our  joy  and  wonder  rise, 

When  our  returning  King 
Shall  bear  us  upward  to  the  skies 
On  love's  triumphant  wing  * 

188.  c.  M. 

1  WHEN  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 
This  rending  earth  shall  shake  ; 
When  opening  graves  shall  yield  their  charge, 
And  dust  to  life  awake  : 


THE  resurkp:ction  to  lifk.  ir 

2  Those  bodies  that  corrupted  fell  * 

Shall  incorrupted  rise, 
And  mortal  forms  shall  spring  to  life 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 

3  Behold,  what  heavenly  prophets  sung 

Is  now  at  last  fulfilled  ; 
That  death  should  yield  his  ancient  reign, 
And,  vanquished,  quit  the  field. 

4  Let  faith  exalt  her  joyful  voice, 

And  thus  begin  to  sing  : 
O  Grave  !  where  is  thy  triumph  now? 
And  where,  O  Death !  thy  sting? 

5  Then  steadfast  let  us  still  remain, 

Though  dangers  rise  around, 
And  in  the  work  assigned  to  us, 
Yet  more  and  more  abound. 

6  Assured  that  though  we  labor  now. 

We  labor  not  in  vain  ; 
But  through  the  grace  of  heaven's  great  Lord, 
Th'  eternal  crown  shall  gain. 

189.  c.  M. 

1  0  FOR  the  eye  of  faith  divine, 

To  pierce  beyond  the  grave, 
To  see  that  Friend,  and  call  him  mine, 
Whose  arm  is  strong  to  save. 

2  Behold  my  glorious  Leader  nigh  ; 

My  Lord,  my  Saviour,  lives  ; 

y;  Before  him  death's  pale  terrors  fly. 

And  my  faint  heart  revives. 

3  Lord,  if  in  death  I  offered  be, 

Watch  thou  my  sleeping  dust ; 
My  spirit  I  '11  commit  to  thee ; 
Accept  the  sacred  trust — 


IIB  ADVENT    HARP. 

4  Till  thou  shalt  in  thy  glory  come, 
When  all  thy  saints  shall  rise, 
And,  clothed  in  full  immortal  bloomi 
Attend  thee  to  the  skies. 

190.  c.  M. 

1  AS  Jesus  died,  and  rose  again 

Victorious  from  the  dead  ; 
So  his  disciples  rise  and  reign 
With  their  triumphant  Head. 

2  The  time  draws  nigh,  when  from  the  cloud* 

Christ  shall  with  shouts  descend  ; 
And  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 
The  heavens  and  earth  shall  rend. 

3  The  saints  of  God,  from  death  set  free, 

With  joy  shall  mount  on  high  ; 
The  heav'nly  hosts,  with  praises  loud, 
Shall  meet  them  in  the  sky. 

4  Together  to  their  Father's  house 

With  joyful  hearts  they  go  ; 
And  dwell  ferever  with  the  Lord, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  woe. 

6  A  few  short  years  of  evil  past. 
We  reach  the  happy  shore. 
Where  death-divided  friends  at  last 
Shall  meet,  to  part  no  more. 

191.  .  c  M-. 

1  ALL  nature  dies,  and  lives  again  : 

The  flowers,  that  paint  the  field. 
The  trees,  that  crown  the  mountain's  brow, 
And  boughs  and  blossoms  yield,  — 

2  Resign  the  honors  of  their  form 

At  winter's  stormy  blast. 
And  leave  the  naked,  leafless  plain, 
A  desolated  waste. 


THE    NEW   CREATION.  113 

3  Yet  soon  reviving  plants  and  flowers 

Anew  shall  deck  the.plain  ; 
The  woods  shall  hear  the  voice  of  spring, 
And  flourish  green  again. 

4  So,  to  the  dreary  grave  consigned, 

Man  sleeps  in  death's  dark  gloom i 
Until  the  final  morning  wake 
The  slumbers  of  the  tomb. 

5  0  may  the  grave  become  to  us 

The  bed  of  peaceful  rest ! 
Whence  we  shall  gladly  rise  at  length, 
And  mingle  with  the  blest. 


THE    NEW    CREATION. 


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192.  ^-  ^^• 

*  1  A  MYSTERY  doth  the  gospel  show,— 
We  shall  ere  long  be  changed  below  ; 
When  from  the  graves  the  saints  shall  rise, 
And  their  loud  songs  salute  the  skies. 

2  The  earth,  to  its  first  form  restored, 
Shall  glorify  its  mighty  Lord  ; 

And  his  blest  children  hail  the  place, 
Where  they  may  view  him  face  to  face. 

3  What  joys  ecstatic  will  surprise, 
When  God  shall  wipe  from  oflf  our  eyes 
All  tears  of  grief,  and  bliss  restore, 
And  suffer  us  to  sin  no  more ! 

4  Lord,  let  this  glorious  kingdom  come ! 
We  would  proclaim,  there  still  is  room 
For  myriads  yet  unborn  to  God  ; 

O,  fly  —  or  ve  must  feel  his  rod  ! 


114  ADVENT    HARP. 

5  Open  each  eye,  unsiop  each  ear, 

And  show  thy  gi;eat  approach  draws  near, 
To  claim  the  kin^rdoms  for  thine  own, 
Renew  the  world,  erect  thy  throne. 

6  0  quickly  change  each  earthly  clod  ; 
Restore  the  image  of  our  God  ; 

Let  universal  nature  sing 

Praises  to  Christ,  our  heavenly  King. 

193.  7&6S.M. 

1  THE  glorious  day  is  coming, 

The  hour  is  rolling  on, 
Its  radiant  light  is  beaming, 

Resplendent  as  the  sun  ; 
In  yon  bright  clouds  of  heaven 

The  Saviour  will  appear. 
And  gather  all  his  chosen 

To  meet  him  in  the  air. 

2  Then  fire,  from  God  descending. 

Shall  sweep  this  wide  earth  o'er. 
And  nations,  loud  lamenting. 

Shall  sink  to  rise  no  more. 
Though  tears  with  groans  are  blended 

Yet  still  in  vain  they  cry  ; 
The  day  of  hope  is  ended  ; 

The  sinner  now  must  die. 

3  But  saints  shall  be  victorious,  } 

And  joy  to  meet  the  Lord  ; 
An  earth  more  bright  and  glorious 

Is  promised  in  his  word. 
Our  God  himself,  there  reigning, 

Shall  wipe  all  tears  away ; 
No  clouds  or  night  remaining, 

But  one  eternal  day. 

4  O,  Christian!  wake  from  sleeping, 

And  let  vour  worlis  abound  ; 


THE    NEW    CREATION.  115 

Be  watching,  praying,  weeping, 

For  soon  tne  trump  will  sound 
O,  sinner  !  hear  the  warning  ; 

To  Jesus  quickly  fly !  •    -  t 

^  Then  you  on  that  blest  morning 

May  meet  him  in  the  sky. 

194.  H-  M- 

1  O  THE  amazing  change  ! 

A  world  created  new  ! 
My  thoughts  with  transport  range, 

The  lovely  scene  to  view. 
Thee,  Lord  divine,  in  all  I  trace ; 
The  work  is  thine  —  thine  be  the  praise 

2  Where  pointed  brambles  grew, 

Entwined  with  horrid  thorn, 
Gay  flowers,  forever  new. 

The  painted  fields  adorn  ; 
The  lily  there,  and  blushing  rose, 
In  union  fair  their  sweets  disclose. 

3  Where  the  bleak  mountain  stood, 

All  bare  and  disarrayed. 
See  the  wide  branching  wood 

Diffuse  its  grateful  shade  ; 
Tall  oaks,  and  pines,  and  cedars  nod. 
And  elms,  and  vines,  confess  their  God. 

4  The  tyrants  of  the  plain 

Their  savage  chase  give  o'er  ;  •     I 

No  more  they  rend  the  slain, 

They  thirst  for  blood  no  more  : 
But  infant  hands  fierce  tigers  lead. 
And  lions  with  the  oxen  feed. 

5  O,  when.  Almighty  Lord, 

Shall  these  glad  scenes  arise, 
To  verify  thy  word, 

And  bless  our  wond'ring  eyes? 


116  ADVENT    HARP. 

That  earth,  with  all  her  tongues,  may  raise 
United  songs  of  ardent  praise. 

195.  L.  M. 

1  JEHOVAH  reigns  !  he  dwells  in  light, 
Girded  with  majesty  and  might ; 

The  world,  created  by  his  hands, 
Still  on  its  first  foundation  stands. 

2  But  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made 
Or  had  its  first  foundation  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood. 
Thyself  the  ever-living  God. 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rise. 
And  aim  their  rage  against  the  skies ; 
In  vain  their  rage  they  aim  so  high ! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  Forever  shall  thy  throne  endure ; 
Thy  promise  stands  forever  sure ; 
And  everlasting  holiness 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 


THE    NEW    JERUSALEM. 


196.  c-  M. 

1  JERUSALEM !  my  glorious  home  ! 

Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end. 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold  1 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strongs 
And  street«  of  shining  gold  ? 


THE    NEW   JERUSALEM.  117 

3  0,  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  1 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 
Blest  seats  !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

5  Jerusalem !  my  glorious  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

197,  8&7s.  M. 

1  GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God  ! 
He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 

Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode. 
On  the  rock  of  ages  founded. 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  mayst  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See  !  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters. 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove. 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage  ? 
Grace,  which  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion,  » 

Washed  in  the  Redeemer's  blood ! 
Jesus,  whom  their  souls  rely  on, 

Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God  ; 


lis 


198, 


199. 


ADVENT    HARP. 

Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 

I,  through  grace,  a  member  am, 

Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 
I  will  glory  in  thy  name. 

8s.  M. 

1  I  LONG  to  behold  him  arrayed 

With  glory  and  light  from  above  ; 
The  King  in  his  beauty  displayed. 

His  beauty  of  holiest  love  : 
I  languish  and  sigh  to  be  there, 

Where  Jesus  hath  fixed  his  abode  ; 
O,  when  shall  we  meet  in  the  air. 

And  fly  to  the  mountain  of  God  1 

2  With  him  I  on  Sion  shall  stand,  — 

For  Jesus  has  spoken  the  word ,  — 
The  breadth  of  Immanuel's  land 

Survey  by  the  side  of  my  Lord. 
But  when,  on  thy  bosom  reclined. 

Thy  face  I  am  strengthened  to  see, 
My  fulness  of  rapture  I  find, 

My  heaven  of  heavens,  in  thee. 

3  How  happy  the  people  whose  home 
^  Is  found  in  the  city  of  God  ! 

As  pilgrims  no  more  they  shall  roam, 
Nor  travel  a  dangerous  road. 

Physician  divine,  unto  me 

Thy  soul-healing  blessing  now  give. 

And  keep  me  while  waiting  for  thee. 
And  then  to  that  city  receive. 

C.  M. 
1  ZION,  the  city  of  our  God, 
How  glorious  is  the  place  ! 
The  Saviour  there  has  his  abode, 
And  saints  -\vill  see  his  face. 


THE    NEW   JERUSALEM. 

2  There  all  the  fruits  of  glory  grow, 

And  joys  that  never  die  ; 
And  streams  of  grace  and  knowledge  flow, 
The  soul  to  satisfy. 

3  Come,  set  your  faces  Zionward, 

The  sacred  road  inquire  ; 
And  let  this  city  of  the  Lord 
Be  henceforth  your  desire. 

4  The  gospel  shines  to  give  you  light, 

No  longer,  then,  delay  ; 
The  Spirit  waits  to  guide  you  right, 
And  Jesus  is  the  way. 

5  0  Lord,  regard  thy  people's  prayer  ; 

Thy  promise  now  fulfil ; 
And  young  and  old  by  grace  prepare 
To  dwell  on  Zion's  hill. 

200.  ^'  M. 

1  TRIUMPHANT  Zion !  lift  thy  head 
From  dust,  from  darkness,  and  the  dead! 
Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
And  gird  thee  with  thy  Saviour's  strength 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on. 
And  let  thy  excellence  be  known  ; 
Decked  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
Thy  glories  shall  the  world  confess. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade. 
And  fill  thy  hallowed  walls  with  dread ; 
No  more  shall  hells  insulting  host 
Their  victory  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

4  God,  from  on  high,  has  heard  thy  prayer; 
His  hand  thy  ruin  shall  repair  ; 

Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 


116 


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1^  ADVENT    HAEP. 

THE    JUBILEE. 


201.  C.  M. 

1  WHAT  heavenly  music  do  I  hearl 

Salvation  sounding  free ! 
Ye  souls  in  bondage,  lend  an  ear ; 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

2  How  svreetly  do  the  tidings  roll 

All  round  from  sea  to  sea, 
From  land  to  land,  from  pole  to  pole 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

3  Jesus  is  on  the  mercy-seat ; 

Before  him  bend  the  knee  ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  his  praise  repeat ; 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

4  Sinners,  be  wise,  return,  and  come 

Unto  the  Saviour  free  ; 
The  Spirit  bids  you  welcome  home ; 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

5  Come,  ye  redeemed,  your  tribute  bring 

With  songs  of  harmony  ; 
While  on  the  road  to  Canaan  sing, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

202.  ^-  ^• 

1  WHEN  shall  I  see  the  day 

That  ends  my  woes  ; 
When  shall  I  victory  gain 

O'er  all  my  foes  ; 
When  will  the  trumpet  sound 

That  calls  an  exile  home  — 
The  grand,  sabbatic  year, 

When  will  it  come  1 


THE    JUBILEE.  123 

3  A  crown  of  glory  bright, 

By  faith  I  see, 
In  yonder  realms  of  light, 

Prepared  for  me. 
O,  may  I  faithful  prove, 

And  keep  the  prize  jn  view  ; 
And  through  the  storms  of  life 

My  way  pursue. 

3  Jesus,  be  thou  my  guide  ; 

My  steps  attend  ; 
O  keep  me  near  thy  side  ; 

Be  thou  my  friend  ; 
Be  thou  my  shield  and  sun. 

My  ki'aviour  and  my  guard ; 
And,  when  my  v  erk  is  done, 

My  great  rev/ard. 

4  O,  how  I  long  to  see 

That  happy  day. 
When  sorrow,  sin  and  pain,  " 

Shall  flee  away  ! 
When  all  the  heavenly  tribes 

Shall  find  their  long  sought  home ! 
The  Jubilee  of  Heaven, 

When  will  it  come  1 

L.  M. 

1  SIX  thousand  years  are  nearly  past 
Since  Adam  from  thy  sight  was  cast ; 
And  ever  since  his  fallen  race 
From  age  to  age  are  void  of  grace. 

2  When  will  the  happy  trump  proclaim 
The  judgment  of  the  martyred  lamb  1 
When  shall  the  captive  ones  be  free, 
And  keep  th'  eternal  Jubilee? 

3  Hasten  it,  Lord,  in  everv  land  ; 

Send  thou  thine  angels,  and  cuiuiaaud, 


122  ADVENT    HARP. 

*'  Go,  sound  deliverance,  loudly  blow  — 
Salvation  to  the  saints  below." 

4  We  want  to  have  the  day  appear,  — 
The  promised  great  sabbatic  year ; 
When,  far  from  grief,  and  sin,  and  hell, 
Israel  in  ceaseless  peace  shall  dwell. 

5  Till  then  we  will  not  let  thee  rest ; 
Thou  still  shalt  hear  our  strong  request ; 
And  this  our  daily  prayer  shall  be, 
Lord,  sound  the  trump  of  Jubilee. 

204.  '«•  M. 

1  HARK  !  the  song  of  Jubilee, 

Loud  as  mighty  thunders'  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea 

When  it  brealcs  upon  the  shore. 

2  See,  Jehovah's  banner  furled  ! 

Sheathed  his  sword  ;  he  speaks  —  H  is  done  • 
Now  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 
Are  the  kingdom  of  his  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole, 

With  supreme,  unbounded  sway  ; 
He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll, 
Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away ! 

4  Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign  ! 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

205.  H.  M. 

1  BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 

The  gladly  solemn  sound  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know. 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 


THE    JUBILEE. 

2  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell , 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live. 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home* 

3  Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought 

Your  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought. 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love. 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace  ; 
And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 

Before  your  Saviour's  face. 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 


7s.  M. 

1  WAKE  the  song  of  Jubilee  ; 
Let  it  echo  o'er  the  sea ! 

Now  is  come  the  promised  hour ; 
Jesus  reigns  with  sovereign  power. 

2  All  ye  nations,  join  and  sing, 

"  Christ  of  lords  and  kings  is  King!" 
Let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Jesus  reigns  for  evermore  ! 

3  Now  the  desert  lands  rejoice. 
And  the  islands  join  their  voice ; 
Yea,  the  whole  creation  sings, 

"  Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings  !" 


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124  ADVENT    HARP. 


THE    KINGDOM    OF    GOD. 


207. 


208. 


.L.  M. 

THY  kingdom  come  !  thus,  day  by  day, 
We  lift  our  hands  to  God  and  pray ; 
But  who  has  ever  duly  weighed 
The  meaning  of  the  words  he  said  1 

2  Thy  kingdom  come  !  O  day  of  joy, 
When  praise  shall  every  tongue  employ  ; 
When  hate  and  strife  and  war  shall  cease, 
And  man  with  man  shall  be  at  peace  ! 

3  Jesus  shall  reign  on  Zion's  hill. 
And  all  the  earth  with  glory  fill ; 
His  word  shall  Paradise  restore, 
And  sin  and  death  afflict  no  more. 

4  Then  bears  and  wolves,  no  longer  wild, 
Obey  the  leading  of  a  child  ; 

The  lions  with  the  oxen  eat. 

And  dust  shall  be  the  serpent's  meat. 

5  God's  holy  will  shall  then  be  done 
By  all  who  live  beneath  the  sun  ; 
For  saints  shall  then  as  angels  be, 
All  changed  to  immortality. 

L.  M. 

1  GREAT  God,  whose  universal  sway 
All  heaven  reveres,  all  worlds  obey. 
Now  make  the  Saviour's  glory  known, 
Extend  his  power,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  sceptre  well  becomes  his  hands ; 
Angels  submit  to  his  commands  ; 
His  justice  shall  protect  the  poor. 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 


THE    KINGDOM    OF   GOD.  125 

3  With  power  he  vindicates  the  just, 
And  treads  th'  oppressor  in  the  dust ; 
His  righteous  government  shall  last, 
Till  days,  and  years,  and  time  be  past. 

209.  s-  M. 

1  REJOICE !  the  Lord  is  King ! 

Your  Lord  and  King  adore  ; 
Ye  ransomed  saints,  give  thanks  and  sing. 
And  triumph  evermore ! 

2  The  mighty  Saviour  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love  ; 
When  he  himself  had  purged  our  stains, 
He  took  his  seat  above. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail  ; 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven ; 
The  sovereign  keys  of  death  and  hell 
Into  his  hands  are  given. 

4  He  sits  at  God's  right  hand, 

Till  all  his  foes  submit, 
And  humbly  bow  to  his  command 
And  fall  beneath  his  feet. 

5  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope  I 

Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come. 

And  take  his  waiting  servants  up, 

And  thus  conduct  them  home. 

210.  L.  M. 

1  THE  Saviour  comes,  his  advent 's  nigl. ; 
He  soon  will  rend  the  azure  sky, 
Descending  swift  to  earth  again, 
When  God  shall  dwell  indeed  with  men. 

2  O  happy  day,  when  wars  shall  cease, 
And  ransomed  earth  be  filled  with  peace 
When  sin  and  death  no  more  shall  reign, 
And  Eden  bloom  on  earth  again ! 

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126  ADVENT    HARP. 

3  Saints,  lift  your  heads  ;  that  day  is  near, 
When  your  Redeemer  shall  appear, 

To  take  the  kingdom  and  the  crown. 
And  make  his  ransomed  bride  his  own. 

4  Shall  not  his  people  sing-  for  joy  ? 

Shall  not  the  church  their  songs  employ? 
Sing,  ye  who  will  ;  sing  while  y^e  may. 
And  shout  for  joy  th'  approaching  day. 


211.  ^-  ^• 

'  1  ARISE  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair  ! 
Behold,  thy  light  is  come  ; 
Thy  glorious  conquering  King  is  near, 

To  take  his  exiles  home  ; 
The  trumpet  sounding  through  the  sky 

Will  set  the  captives  free  ; 
The  day  of  wonders  now  is  nigh  — 
The  year  of  jubilee. 

2  Arise,  ye  nations  under  ground, 

Before  the  Judge  appear  ; 
All  tongues,  all  languages,  shall  come, 

Their  final  doom  to  hear. 
King  Jesus  on  his  azure  throne, 

Ten  thousand  angels  roimd  ; 
While  Gabriel,  with  his  awful  trump, 

Echoes  the  dreadful  sound. 

3  The  glorious  news  of  gospel  grace 

With  sinners  now  is  o'er  ; 
The  gospel  trumpet  now  is  still. 

And  will  be  blown  no  more. 
The  watchmen  all  have  left  their  walls, 

And  bid  the  world  adieu, 
And  with  their  flocks,  on  Canaan's  shore^ 

They  strike  their  songs  anew. 


THE    KINGDOM    OF    GOD.  127 

7  &  6s.   M. 

O  WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

And  in  his  kingdom  dwell ; 
Partake  its  rest  eternal, 

Its  songs  triumphant  swell  ? 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin. 
And,  with  my  blessed  Jesus, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in] 

But  now  I  am  a  soldier ; 

My  Captain  's  gone  before  ; 
He  's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  bids  me  not  give  o'er. 
If  I  continue  faithful, 

A  righteous  crown  he  '11  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

And  when  the  last  loud  trumpet 

Shall  rend  the  vaulted  skies, 
And  bid  the  entombed  millions 

From  their  cold  beds  arise, 
Our  ransomed  dust,  revived, 

Bright  beauties  shall  put  on. 
And  soar  to  the  blest  mansions 

"V^here  our  Redeemer  's  gone. 

Our  eyes  shall  then,  with  rapture, 

The  Saviour's  face  behold  ; 
Our  feet,  no  more  diverted, 

Shall  walk  the  streets  of  gold  ; 
Our  ears  shall  hear  with  transport 

The  hosts  celestial  sing ; 
Our  tongues  shall  chant  the  glory 

Of  our  immortal  King. 

S.  M. 
AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ! 


128  ADVENT  HARP. 

Wake,  every  heart  and  every  tongue 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 

Sing  of  his  rising  power  ; 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing  ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ,  th'  eternal  King. 

4  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 

"  Ye  blessed  children,  come  ;" 
Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 
And  take  his  wanderers  home. 

5  Soon  shall  our  raptured  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim. 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

214.  .     .LM- 

1  OUR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead  ; 

Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  ! 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ; 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way. 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  th'  ethereal  scene  ; 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right ; 
Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in. 

4  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory  1     Who  1 

The  Lord,  that  all  our  foes  o'ercame, — 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew  ; 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 


THE    KINGDOM    OF    GOD.  129; 

5  Lo  !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lav  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way ! 

6  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory  1     Who  1 

The  Lord,  of  glorious  power  possessed  ; 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too  ; 
God  over  all,  forever  blest. 

C.  M. 

1  COME,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name, 

And  joy  to  make  it  known  ; 
The  Sovereign  of  your  heart  proclaim, 
And  bow  before  his  throne. 

2  Behold  your  King,  your  Saviour,  crowned 

With  glories  all  divine  ; 
And  tell  the  wondering  nations  round 
How  bright  those  glories  shine. 

3  Infinite  power  and  boundless  grace 

In  him  unite  their  rays  ; 
You  that  have  e'er  beheld  his  face, 
Can  you  forbear  his  praise  1 

4  While  in  his  earthly  courts  we  view 

The  glories  of  our  King, 
We  long  to  love  as  angels  do. 
And  wish  like  them  to  sing. 

5  O  happy  period  !  glorious  day  ! 

When  heaven  and  earth  shall  raise 
With  all  their  powers  the  raptured  lay, 
'^Vo  celebrate  thy  praise. 

C.  M. 

1  ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall  ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


130  ADVENT    HARP. 

2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, — 

A  remnant  weak  and  small, — 
Hail  him,  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

6  O  that,  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall ! 
We  '11  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


MISSIONARY. 


§17, 


7  &  6s.  M. 

1  FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle  — 
Though  every  prospect  pleases. 
And  only  man  is  vile  ?  — 


MISSIONARY. 

In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 
The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 

The  heathen  in  his  blindness 
Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

By  wisdom  from  on  high  — 
Shall  we  to  man  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny?  — 
Salvation  !  —  O,  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  heard  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain. 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

Returns  in  bliss  to  reign. 

18.  ^-  ^• 

*  1  0  SAVIOUR,  is  thy  promise  fled? 

Nor  longer  might  thy  grace  endure, 
To  heal  the  sick  and  raise  the  dead, 
And  preach  thy  gospel  to  the  poor  1 

2  A  feeble  race,  by  passion  driven. 

In  darkness  and  in  doubt  we  roam. 
And  lift  our  anxious  eyes  to  heaven, 
Our  hope,  our  harbor,  and  our  home. 

3  Yet,  mid  the  wild  and  wintry  gale, 

When  death  rides  darkly  o'er  the  sea. 
And  strength  and  earthly  daring  fail, 
Our  prayers,  Redeemer,  rest  on  thee  ! 


131 


132  ADVENT    HARP. 

4  Come,  Jesus,  come  !  and  as,  of  yore, 

The  prophet  went  to  clear  thy  way, 
A  harbinger  thy  feet  before, 

A  dawning  to  thy  brighter  day,  — 

5  So  now  may  grace,  with  heavenly  shower, 

Our  stony  hearts  for  truth  prepare  ; 
Sow  in  our  souls  the  seed  of  power. 
Then  come  and  reap  thy  harvest  there. 

219.  L.  M. 

1  SHALL  I,  for  fear  of  feeble  man, 
The  Spirit's  course  in  me  restrain  ? 
Or,  undismayed,  in  deed  and  word, 
Be  a  true  witness  of  my  Lord  ? 

2  Awed  by  a  mortaPs  frown,  shall  I 
Conceal  the  word  of  God  most  high  ? 
How  then  before  thee  shall  I  dare 
To  stand,  or  how  thine  anger  bear? 

3  Shall  I,  to  soothe  th'  unholy  throng, 
Soften  thy  truth,  or  smooth  my  tongue. 
To  gain  earth's  gilded  toys,  or  flee 
The  cross  endured,  my  Lord,  by  thee? 

4  What  then  is  he  whose  scorn  1  dread. 
Whose  wrath  or  hate  makes  me  afraid  ? 
A  man  !  an  heir  of  death  !  a  slave 

To  sin  !  a  bubble  on  the  wave  ! 

5  Yea,  let  men  rage  ;  since  thou  wilt  spread 
Thy  shadowing  wings  around  my  head  ; 
Since  in  all  pain  thy  tender  love 

Will  still  my  sure  refreshment  prove. 

m.  p-  M- 

1  VAIN,  delusive  world,  adieu. 
With  all  your  creature  good  ; 
Only  Jesus  we  pursue, 

Who  boucrht  us  with  his  blood ! 


MISSIONARY. 

All  thy  pleasures  we  forego ; 

We  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride ; 
Only  Jesus  will  we  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified ! 

Here  alone  may  sinners  rest 

And  ease  the  burdened  heart : 
From  the  haven  of  his  breast 

O  may  we  never  part ! 
Whither  should  a  sinner  go  1 

His  wounds  for  me  stand  open  wide ; 
Only  Jesus  will  we  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified ! 

0  that  we  could  all  invite, 

This  saving  truth  to  prove  ; 
Show  the  length,  the  breadth,  the  height, 

And  depth  of  Jesus'  love  ! 
Fain  we  would  to  sinners  show 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  applied ; 
Only  Jesus  we  will  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified ! 


ll.  C-  M. 

1  LET  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 

And  take  the  alarm  they  give  ; 
Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God 
Their  awful  charge  receive. 

2  'T  is  not  a  cause  of  small  import 

The  pastor's  care  demands  ; 
It  occupies  tlie  Saviour's  heart. 
Employs  angelic  bands. 

3  They  watch  for  souls,  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego, 
For  souls  which  by  his  grace  may  live, 
Or  perish  in  their  woe. 


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ADVENT    HAJIP. 


4  May  they  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach 
Their  own  Redeemer  see  ; 
And  watch  thou  daily  for  their  souls, 
That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 

1  ALMIGHTY  God,  thy  word  is  cast 

Like  seed  into  the  ground  ; 
Now  let  the  dew  of  heaven  descend, 
And  righteous  fruits  abound. 

2  Let  not  the  foe  of  Christ  and  man 

This  holy  seed  remove  ; 
But  give  it  root  in  every  heart, 
To  bring  forth  fruits  of  love. 

3  Let  not  the  world's  deceitful  cares 

The  rising  plant  destroy  ; 
But  let  it  yield  a  hundred-fold 
The  fruits  of  peace  and  joy. 

4  Oft  as  the  precious  seed  is  sown, 

Thy  quickening  grace  bestow, 
That  all,  whose  souls  thy  truth  receive, 
Its  saving  power  may  know. 

223.  ^-  M- 

1  LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  every  heart  rejcice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  I  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind. 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  : 

3  Eternal  w^isdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast ; 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 


BAPTISM. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine,  away  and  die  ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst, 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Great  God !  the  treasures  of  thy  love 

Are  everlasting  mines ; 
Deep  as  our  helpless  miseries  are, 
And  boundless  as  our  sins. 

6  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day  ; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 


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BAPTISM. 


gg^^  8,  7,  &  4s.  M. 

1  THOU  hast  said,  exalted  Jesus, 

"  Take  thy  cross  and  follow  me  ;" 
Shall  the  word  with  terror  seize  us  ? 
Shall  we  from  thy  burden  flee  ? 

Lord,  I  '11  take  it, 
And,  rejoicing,  follow  thee. 

2  While  this  liquid  tomb  surveying, 

Emblem  of  my  Saviour's  grave. 
Shall  I  shun  its  brink,  betraying 
Feelings  worthy  of  a  slave? 

No  !  I  '11  enter  ; 
Jesus  entered  Jordan's  wave. 

3  Blest  the  sign  which  thus  reminds  me, 

Saviour,  of  thy  love  for  me  ; 
But  more  blest  the  love  that  binds  me 
In  its  deathless  bonds  to  thee  ; 

O  what  pleasure, 
Buried  with  my  liord  to  be ! 


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136  ADVENT    HARP. 

4  Should  it  rend  some  fond  eonnection, 

Should  I  suffer  shame  or  loss, 
Yet  the  fragrant,  blest  reflection, 
I  have  been  where  Jesus  was. 

Will  revive  me 
When  I  faint  beneath  the  cross. 

5  Fellowship  with  him  possessing, 

Let  me  die  to  earth  and  sin ; 
Let  me  rise  t'  enjoy  the  blessing 

Which  the  faithful  soul  shall  win : 
May  I  ever 
Follow  where  my  Lord  has  been. 

225.  c.  M. 

1  0  LORD,  and  will  thy  pardoning  love 

Embrace  a  wretch  so  vile  ? 
Wilt  thou  my  load  of  guilt  remove. 
And  bless  me  with  thy  smile  ? 

2  Hast  thou  the  cross  for  me  endured, 

And  all  its  shame  despised  1 
And  shall  I  be  ashamed,  O  Lord, 
With  thee  to  be  baptized  1 

3  Didst  thou  the  great  example  lead. 

In  Jordan's  swelling  flood? 
And  shall  my  pride  disdain  the  deed. 
That 's  worthy  of  ray  God  1 

4  0  Lord,  the  ardor  of  thy  love 

Reproves  my  cold  delays  ; 
And  now  my  willing  footsteps  move 
In  thy  delightful  ways. 

226.  c.  M. 

1  BURIED  beneath  the  yielding  wave 
The  great  Redeemer  lies  ; 
Faith  views  him  in  the  watery  grave, 
And  thence  beholds  him  rise. 


227. 


228. 


BAPTISM. 

2  Thus  do  his  willing  saints  to-day 
Their  ardent  zeal  express, 
And  in  the  Lord's  appointed  way 
Fulfil  all  righteousness. 
8  With  joy  we  in  his  footsteps  tread, 
And  would  his  cause  maintain, — 
Like  him  be  numbered  with  the  dead, 
And  with  him  rise  and  reign. 
4  Now  we,  blest  Saviour,  would  to  thee 
Our  grateful  voices  raise  ; 
Washed  in  the  fountain  of  thy  blood, 
Our  lives  shall  all  be  praise. 

C.  M. 
WHILE  in  this  sacred  rite  of  thine, 

Ourselves  we  offer  now, 
Shine  o'er  the  waters,  Dove  divine, 

And  seal  the  cheerful  vow. 

2  All  glory  be  to  him  whose  life 

For  ours  was  freely  given. 
Who  aids  us  in  the  spirit's  strife, 
And  makes  us  meet  for  heaven. 

3  To  thee  we  gladly  now  resign 

Our  life  and  all  our  powers  ; 
Accept  us  in  this  rite  divine, 
And  bless  these  hallowed  hours. 

4  O,  may  we  die  to  earth  and  sin. 

Beneath  the  mystic  flood  ; 
And  when  we  rise,  may  we  begin 
To  live  anew  for  God. 

L.  M. 
1  COME  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord  ; 
O,  come  in  Jesus'  precious  name  ; 
We  welcome  thee  with  one  accord, 
And  trust  the  Saviour  does  the  same. 


137 


138 


ADVENT  HARP. 


2  Thy  name,  we  hope,  already  stands 

Within  the  book  of  life  above  ; 
And  now  to  thine  we  join  our  hands, 
In  token  of  fraternal  love. 

3  Those  joys  which  earth  cannot  afford 

We  '11  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove, 
Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Lord, 
Together  bound  by  mutual  love. 

4  And  while  we  pass  this  vale  of  tears, 

We  '11  make  our  joys  and  sorrows  known ; 
We  '11  share  each  other's  hopes  and  fears, 
And  count  a  brother's  case  our  own. 

229.  8  &  7s.  M. 

1  HUMBLE  souls,  that  seek  salvation, 

Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood, 
Hear  the  voice  of  revelation. 
Tread  the  path  that  Jesus  trod. 

2  Hear  the  blessed  Redeemer  call  you, 

Listen  to  his  gracious  voice  ; 
Dread  no  ills  that  can  befall  you, 

While  you  make  his  w^ays  your  choice. 

3  Jesus  says.  Let  each  believer 

Be  baptized  in  my  name  ; 
He  himself  in  Jordan's  river 

Was  immersed  beneath  the  stream. 

4  Plainly  here  his  footsteps  tracing. 

Follow  him  without  delay  ; 
Gladly  his  command  embracing  ; 
Lo  !  your  Captain  leads  the  way. 

230.  ^'  ^'  ^^  ^^-  M- 

1  SALEM'S  great  King,  Jesus  by  name, 
In  ancient  time  to  Jordan  came, 
All  righteousness  to  fill ; 


BAPTISM.  139 

'T  was  there  the  ancient  Baptist  stood, 
Whose  name  was  John,  a  man  of  God, 
To  do  his  Master's  will. 

2  Down  in  old  Jordan's  rolling  stream, 
The  Baptist  led  the  holy  Lamb, 

And  there  did  him  baptize  ; 
Jehovah  saw  his  darling  Son, 
And  was  well  pleased  with  what  he  'd  done, 

And  owned  him  from  the  skies. 

3  This  is  my  Son,  Jehovah  cries ; 
On  him  to  rest  the  Spirit  flies : 

O  children,  hear  ye  him  I 
Hark  !  't  is  his  voice  ;  behold  he  cries, 
Repent,  believe,  and  be  baptized, 

And  wash  away  your  sin. 

4  Come,  children,  come  !  his  voice  obey ; 
Salem's  bright  King  has  marked  the  way, 

And  has  a  crown  prepared  ; 
O  then  arise  and  give  consent, 
Walk  in  the  way  that  Jesus  went, 

And  have  the  great  reward. 

231.  c.  M. 

1  "  I  COME,"  the  great  Redeemer  cries, 

"  To  do  thy  will,  O  Lord!" 
At  Jordan's  flood,  Isehold,  he  seals 
The  sure  prophetic  word. 

2  "  Thus  it  becomes  us  to  fulfil 

All  righteousness,"  he  said; 

He  spake  obedient,  and  beneath 

The  yielding  wave  was  laid. 

3  Hark !  a  glad  voice  !  the  Father  speaks, 

From  heaven's  exalted  height ; 
"  This  is  my  Son,  my  well  beloved, 
My  joy,  my  chief  delight." 


140  ADVENT    HARP. 

4  Jesus,  the  Saviour,  well  beloved ! 

His  name  we  will  profess, 
Like  him,  desirous  to  fulfil 
Each  law  of  righteousness. 

5  No  more  we  '11  count  ourselves  our  own, 

But  his  in  bonds  of  love  ; 
O  may  such  bonds  forever  draw 
Our  souls  to  thinofs  above  ! 


THE    LORD'S    SUPPEK. 


232.  L.  M. 

1  'T  WAS  on  that  dark  and  doleful  night, 

When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight. 
And  friends  betrayed  him  to  his  foes. 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blest,  and  break  ; 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran ! 

What  wond'rous  words  of  grace  he  spake  ! 

3  "  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin  ; 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  ; ' ' 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  blest  the  wine, 
"  'Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood.' 

4  "  In  memory  of  your  dying  Lord, 

Do  this,"  he  said,  "  till  time  shall  end ; 
Meet  at  my  table  and  record 

The  love  of  your  departed  friend  " 

6  Jesus,  thy  feast  we  celebrate, 

We  show  thy  death ,  we  sing  thy  name ; 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat, 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 


THE    lord's    supper. 

233.  c.  M. 

1  COME,  Saviour,  let  thy  tokens  prove, 

Fitted  by  heavenly  art, 
As  channels  to  convey  thy  love 
To  every  faithful  heart. 

2  The  living  bread,  sent  down  from  heaven, 

In  us  vouchsafe  to  be  ; 
Thy  flesh  for  all  the  world  is  given, 
And  all  may  live  by  thee. 

3  Now,  Lord,  on  us  thy  flesh  bestow, 

And  let  us  drink  thy  blood. 
Till  all  our  souls  are  filled  below 
With  all  the  life  of  God. 

4  Determined  nothing-  else  to  know 

But  Jesus  crucified, 
I  will  not  from  my  Jesus  go, 
Or  leave  his  wounded  side. 

234.  (^-  M. 

1  THE  blest  memorials  of  thy  grief, 

Thy  suff'rings  and  thy  death, 
We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  receive ; 
But  would  receive  with  faith. 

2  The  tokens  sent  us  to  relieve 

Our  spirits,  when  they  droop, 
We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  receive ; 
But  would  receive  with  hope. 

3  The  pledges  thou  wast  pleased  to  leave, 

Our  mournful  minds  to  move. 
We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  receive ; 
But  would  receive  with  love. 

4  Here,  in  obedience  to  thy  word, 

We  take  the  bread  and  wine  ; 
The  utmost  we  can  do,  dear  Lord, 
For  all  beyond  is  thine. 
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142  ADVENT    HARP. 

5  Increase  our  faith,  and  hope,  and  love ; 
Lord,  give  us  every  good  : 
We  would  thy  full  salvation  prove, 
And  share  thy  flesh  and  blood. 

§35.  ^«-  M- 

1  MEETING  in  the  Saviour's  name, 

Breaking  bread  by  his  command, 
To  the  world  we  thus  proclaim 

On  what  ground  we  hope  to  stand, 
When  the  Lord  shall  come  with  clouds, 
Joined  by  heaven's  exulting  crowds. 

2  Sing  we  then  of  him  who  died ; 

Sing  of  him  who  rose  again  : 
By  him  we  are  justified, 

And  with  him  we  hope  to  reign ; 
Soon  we  hope  to  see  our  Lord, 
And  to  share  his  bright  reward. 

236.  .  .     s-  M- 

1  JESUS  invites  his  saints 

To  meet  around  his  board  ; 
Here  pardoned  sinners  meet  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  Here  we  survey  that  love 

Which  spoke  in  every  breath, 
Which  crowned  each  action  of  his  life 
And  triumphed  in  his  death. 

3  Here  let  our  powers  unite, 

His  glorious  name  to  raise  : 
And  holy  joy  fill  every  mind, 
And  every  voice  be  praise. 

237.  ^-  M- 

1  WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Of  our  High  Priest  above  ; 


THE    lord's    SUPPETv.  143 

His  heart  o'erflows  with  tenderness, 
And  yearns  with  faithful  love. 

2  Touched  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

3  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 

Poured  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And  still,  in  glory,  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

4  He  '11  never  quench  the  smoking  flax. 

But  raise  it  to  a  flame  ; 
The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 

6  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 
His  mercy  and  his  power  ; 
We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace 
In  each  distressing  hour. 

!38.  ^  ^  ^s-  ^^• 

*  1  ''  STRICKEN,  smitten,  and  afflicted," 
See  him  dying  on  the  tree  ! 
'T  is  the  Christ  by  mxan  rejected  ! 
Yes,  my  soul,  'tis  he  !   'tis  he ! 
Mark  the  sacrifice  appointed  I 

See  who  bears  the  awful  load ! 
'Tis  the  Word,  the  Lord's  anointed, 
Son  of  man,  and  Son  of  God. 

2  Here  we  have  a  firm  foundation  ; 

Here  's  the  refuge  of  the  lost : 
Christ,  the  rock  of  our  salvation. 

Is  the  name  of  which  we  boast : 
Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  wounded, 

Sacrifice  to  cancel  guilt, 
None  shall  ever  be  confounded 

Who  on  thee  their  hone  have  built. 


144  ADVENT    HAKF. 

839.  ^  ^^■ 

*  1  THE  day  approacheth,  O  my  soul, 
The  great,  decisive  day, 
Which  from  the  bounds  of  mortal  life 
Shall  bear  thee  far  away. 

2  Another  day,  more  awful,  dawns, 

And  lo  !  the  Judge  appears ! 

Ye  heavens,  retire  before  his  face, 

And  sink,  ye  darkened  stars. 

3  Yet  does  one  short  preparing  hour 

Of  precious  life  remain  ; 
Awake,  my  soul,  with  all  thy  power, 
Nor  let  it  pass  in  vain. 

4  For  this,  thy  temple,  Lord,  we  throng; 

For  this  the  board  surround  ; 
There  may  our  service  be  approved, 
And  with  thy  presence  crowned. 


240. 


S.  M. 
WITH  Jesus  in  our  midst 

We  gather  round  the  board  ; 
Though  many,  we  are  one  in  Christ, 

One  body  in  the  I^ord. 

Our  sins  were  laid  on  him 

When  bruised  on  Calvary ; 
For  us  he  died  and  rose  again, 

A  pledge  of  victory. 
Faith  eats  the  bread  of  life, 

And  drinks  the  living  wine  ; 
Thus  we,  in  love  together  knit, 

On  Jesus'  breast  recline. 

Soon  shall  the  night  be  gone, 
And  we  with  Jesus  reign  ; 

The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb 
Shall  banish  every  pain. 


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THE    LORD'S    DAY. 


241.  L.  M. 

1  SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing ! 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning-  light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  by  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
O  may  my  harp  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound  ! 

3  When  grace  has  purified  my  heart, 
Then  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part ; 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed. 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

4  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below  ; 

And  every  hour  find  sweet  employ, 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

U%.  ^''  M. 

1  MAY  I,  throughout  this  day  of  thine, 

Be  in  thy  spirit,  Lord  ; 
Spirit  of  humble  fear  divine, 
That  trembles  at  thy  word. 

2  Spirit  of  faith,  my  heart  to  raise. 

And  fix  on  things  above  ; 
Spirit  of  sacrifice  and  praise, 
Of  holiness  and  love. 

243.  s.  M. 

1  WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest. 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise ! 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast. 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 


146         ,      ADVENT  HARP. 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  in  such  a  place, 

Where  thou,  my  God,  art  seen, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

244.  L.  M. 

1  RETURN,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest ; 
Improve  the  day  that  God  has  blest ; 
Another  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun. 

2  Come,  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  assigns 
So  sweet  a  rest  to  wearied  minds  ; 
Provides  a  blest  foretaste  of  heaven, 

On  this  day  more  than  all  the  seven. 

3  0  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise 

As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies  ; 

And  draw  from  Christ  that  sweet  repose 

Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

4  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast 
Is  the  best  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

1  LORD  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  us  pray, 
In  tliis  thy  house,  on  this  thy  day  ; 
Accept,  as  grateful  sacrifice. 
The  songs  which  from  thy  temple  rise. 


THE    LORDS    DAY. 


141 


2  Now  met  to  pray  and  bless  thy  name, 
Whose  mercies  flow  each  day  the  same, 
Whose  kind  compassions  never  cease, 
We  seek  instruction,  pardon,  peace. 

3  We  love  thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord : 
A  nobler  rest  thou  wilt  afford ; 

O  that  we  might  that  rest  attain 
From  sin,  from  sorrow,  and  from  pain ! 

4  In  thy  blest  kingdom  we  shall  be 
From  every  mortal  trouble  free  ; 

No  sighs  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
Resounding  from  immortal  tongues. 

246.  L.  M.  .,,0 

1  THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made ; 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad. 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead. 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumphs  spread. 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  th'  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  ; 
Help  us,  O  Lord !     Descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace  — 
Who  comes,  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 


Hosanna,  in  the  highest  strains 
The  church  on  earth  can  raise  ; 

But  m  the  kingdom  where  he  reigns 
He  shall  have  nobler  praise. 


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148  ADVENT   HARP. 


S47, 


7s.  M. 
ERE  another  Sabbath's  close, 
Ere  again  we  seek  repose, 
Lord,  our  song  ascends  to  thee, 
At  thy  feet  we  bow  the  knee. 

2  For  the  mercies  of  the  day, 
For  this  rest  upon  our  way,- 
Thanks  to  thee  alone  be  given. 
Lord  of  earth  and  King  of  heaven. 

3  Whilst  this  thorny  path  we  tread, 
May  thy  love  our  footsteps  lead  ; 
When  our  journey  here  is  past. 
May  we  rest  with  thee  at  last. 

248.  L.  M. 

1  LORD,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 
A  whole  assembly  worship  thee  ! 

At  once  they  sing,  at  once  they  pray  ; 
They  hear  of  heaven,  and  learn  the  way. 

2  I  have  been  there,  and  still  would  go  ; 
'T  is  like  a  little  heaven  below  ; 

Not  all  that  careless  sinnei-s  say 
Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  this  day. 

3  O  write  upon  my  memory,  Lord, 
The  texts  and  doctrines  of  thy  word  ; 
That  I  may  feel  their  saving  power. 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more  and  more. 

4  With  thoughts  of  Christ  and  things  divine 
Fill  up  this  foolish  heart  of  mine  ; 

That,  finding  pardon  through  his  blood, 
I  may  lie  down  and  wake  with  God. 

249.  c.  M. 

1  WHEN  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose,    . 
And  sighs  her  God  to  seek, 
How  sweet  to  hail  the  evening's  close 
That  ends  the  weary  week  ! 


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2  How  sweet  to  hail  the  early  dawn 

That  opens  on  the  sight, 
When  first  that  soul-reviving  mom 
Beams  its  new  rays  of  light ! 

3  Blest  day  !  thine  hours  too  soon  will  cease : 

Yet,  while  they  gently  roll, 
Breathe,  Heavenly  Spirit,  source  of  peace, 
A  sabbath  o'er  my  soul ! 

4  When  will  my  pilgrimage  be  done, 

The  world's  long  week  be  o'er  — 
That  sabbath  dawn  which  needs  no  sun, 
That  day  which  fades  no  more  1 

250.  •       H.  M. 

1  AWAKE,  ye  saints,  awake, 
And  hail  the  sacred  day  ! 
In  loftiest  songs  of  praise 
Your  joyful  homage  pay  ; 
Come  bless  the  day  The  type  of  heaven's 


That  God  hath  blest, 


Eternal  rest. 


2  On  this  auspicious  morn 
The  Lord  of  life  arose. 
And  burst  the  bars  of  death. 
And  vanquished  all  our  foes  ; 


And  now  he  pleads 
Our  cause  above, 


And  reaps  the  fruit 
Of  all  his  love. 


3  All  hail !  triumphant  Lord  ! 
Heaven  with  hosannas  rings ; 
And  earth,  in  humbler  strains, 
Thy  praise  responsive  sings  ; 


Worthy  the  Lamb, 
That  once  war  slain, 


Through  endless  years 
To  live  and  reign. 


150  ADVENT  HARP. 

SUNDAY    SCHOOLS. 


251.  c.  M. 

1  GREAT  God,  the  guardian  of  our  youth, 

In  whom  we  live  and  move, 
Instruct  our  souls  in  this  great  truth, 
That  thou,  our  God,  art  love. 

2  Our  years  are  few,  but  thou  hast  seen 

Much  evil  in  our  ways  ; 
O  turn  our  hearts,  and  make  them  clean, 
And  grant  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

3  May  we  the  love  of  Christ  discern  ; 

Teach  us  thy  holy  will ; 
And  let  us,  through  thy  Spirit,  learn 
Thy  precepts  to  fulfil. 

4  Humble  and  holy  may  we  be. 

Assisted  from  above ; 
That,  from  our  actions,  all  may  see 
That  we  our  Saviour  love. 

5  Full  often  have  we  thee  forgot, 

Yet  still  thy  blessings  prove, 
That,  though  we  change,  thou  changest  not ; 
For  thou,  our  God,  art  love. 

252.  c.  M. 

1  FROM  the  first  dawn  of  infant  life 

Thy  goodness  we  have  shared  ; 
And  still  we  live  to  sing  thy  praise. 
By  sovereign  mercy  spared. 

2  To  seek  thy  grace,  to  do  thy  will, 

O  Lord  !   our  hearts  incline  ; 
And  o'er  the  paths  of  future  life 
Comm.and  thv  light  to  shine. 


SUNDAY   SCHOOLS.  151 

3  While  taught  to  read  the  word  of  truth, 

May  we  the  word  receive  ; 
And,  when  we  hear  of  Jesus'  name, 
In  that  blest  name  believe. 

4  Let  not  our  feet  incline  to  tread 

Sin's  broad,  destructive  road  ; 
But  trace  those  holy  paths  which  lead 
To  glory  and  to  God. 

253.  L.  M. 

1  LORD,  let  a  few  poor  children  raise 
To  thee  a  hymn  of  prayer  and  praise ; 
'T  is  by  thy  great  compassion  we 
Are  taught  to  love  and  worship  thee. 

2  Lord,  may  our  lives  with  thee  begin. 
Cleansed  by  our  Saviour's  blood  from  sin 
Not  only  taught  thy  truth  to  know, 

But  to  believe  and  feel  it  too. 

3  Remember,  Lord,  we  are  but  dust ; 
'T  is  to  thy  grace  alone  we  trust ; 
Do  thou  instruct  and  guide  us  still. 
That  we  may  ne'er  forget  thy  will. 

254.  s.  M. 

1  THE  praises  of  my  tongue 

I  offer  to  the  Lord, 
That  I  was  taught,  and  learnt  so  young-, 
To  read  his  holy  word. 

2  Dear  Lord,  this  book  of  thine 

Informs  me  where  to  go 
For  grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin, 
And  make  me  holy  too. 

3  O  may  thy  Spirit  teach. 

And  make  my  heart  receive. 
Those  truths  which  all  thy  servants  preach, 
And  all  thv  saints  believe. 


152  ADVENT    HARP. 

4  Then  shall  I  praise  the  Lord, 
In  a  more  cheerful  strain, 
That  I  was  taught  to  read  his  word, 
And  have  not  learnt  in  vain. 

255.  s  ^  ^«-  M. 

1  THE  Sabbath  day  is  come  again, 

The  best  of  all  the  seven  ; 
And  we  are  met,  a  happy  train, 
To  hear  of  God  and  heaven. 

2  Lord,  send  thy  grace  into  our  hearts, 

And  through  the  day  be  near  us, 
And  make  us  all  fulfil  our  parts, 
With  thee  to  help  and  hear  us. 

3  Keep  down  each  vain  and  sinful  thought, 

Correct  our  whole  behavior  ; 
And  make  us  thankful  to  be  taught  ; 
And  lead  us  to  our  Saviour. 

256.  c.  M. 

1  WHEN  daily  I  kneel  down  to  pray, 

As  I  am  taught  to  do, 
God  does  not  care  for  what  I  say, 

Unless  I  feel  it  too. 

2  Yet  foolish  thoughts  my  heart  beguile, 

And  while  I  pray  and  sing, 
I  'm  often  thinking  all  the  while 
About  some  other  thing. 

3  Some  idle  play,  or  childish  toy, 

Can  send  my  thoughts  abroad  ; 
When  this  should  be  my  chiefest  joy. 
To  love  and  seek  the  Lord. 

4  0  let  me  never,  never  dare 

To  act  a  trifler's  part ; 
Or  think  that  God  will  hear  a  prayer 
That  comes  not  from  the  heart. 


SUNDAY    SCHOOLS.  15^ 

5  But  if  I  make  his  word  my  choice, 
As  holy  children  do  ; 
Then,  while  I  seek  him  with  my  voice, 
My  heart  will  love  him  too. 

§57.  c.  M. 

1  MY  God,  who  makes  the  sun  to  know 

His  proper  hour  to  rise  ; 
And,  to  give  light  to  all  below, 
Doth  send  him  round  the  skies. 

2  When,  from  the  chambers  of  the  east, 

His  morning  race  begins, 
He  never  tires,  nor  stops  to  rest ; 
But  round  the  world  he  shines. 

3  So,  like  the  sun,  would  I  fulfil 

The  business  of  the  day  ; 
Begin  my  work  betimes,  and  still 
Go  on  my  heavenly  way. 

4  Give  me,  0  Lord,  thy  early  grace, 

Nor  let  my  soul  complain 
That  the  young  morning  of  my  days 
Has  all  been  spent  in  vain. 

258.  c.  M. 

1  WHO  taught  the  bird  to  build  her  nest 

Of  wool,  and  hay,  and  mossi 
Who  taught  her  how  to  weave  it  best, 
And  lay  the  twigs  across  1 

2  Who  taught  the  busy  bee  to  fly 

Among  the  sweetest  flowers. 
And  lay  her  store  of  honey  by 
To  eat  in  winter  hours? 

3  Who  taught  the  little  ant  the  way 

Her  narrow  hole  to  bore, 
And  through  the  pleasing  summer  day 
To  gather  up  her  store? 


IBH  ADVENT    HARP. 

4  'T  was  God  who  taught  them  all  the  way, 
And  gave  their  little  skill, 
And  teaches  children  how  to  pray, 
And  do  his  holy  will. 

259.  L.  M. 

1  WHY  should  I  say  "  T  is  yet  too  soon 

To  seek  for  heaven  or  think  of  death?" 
A  flower  may  fade  before  'tis  noon, 
And  I  this  day  may  lose  my  breath. 

2  If  this  rebellious  heart  of  mine  • 

Despise  the  gracious  call  of  Heaven, 
I  may  be  hardened  in  my  sin,  ; 

And  never  have  repentance  given. 

3  What  if  the  Lord  grow  wroth  and  swear, 

While  I  refuse  to  read  and  pray, 
That  he  '11  refuse  to  lend  an  ear. 
To  all  my  groans  another  day? 

4  But  now  my  Saviour  Christ  is  near 

And  now  I  may  his  grace  receive ; 
My  feeble  cry  he  '11  stoop  to  hear. 
And  now  to  me  repentance  give. 

260.  .  ii«-  M. 

1  THE  darkness  is  over,  the  sun  is  on  high ; 
The  lark  is  up  singing  his  song  in  the  sky  ; 
The  cattle  and  laborers,  all  are  abroad. 

And  everything  serving  and  praising  its  God. 

2  I  will  not  lie  sleeping  my  morning  away. 
But  try  to  be  busy  and  useful  as  they ; 

I  '11  rise  with  the  skylark,  and  join  in  his  song, 
And  thank  God  for  watching  me  all  the  night  long". 

3  How  kind  God  is  to  me,  how  great  and  how  good ! 
And  for  me  my  Saviour  has  shed  his  own  blood ; 
Lord,  teach  me  that  Saviour  to  love  and  to  know. 
And  make  me  more  like  him,  the  older  I  grow. 


DEATH.  155- 


DEATH. 

L.  M. 

1  WHY  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die  t 

What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are ! 

Millions  the  lonely  valley  try, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 
Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  But,  if  my  Lord  should  near  we  wait, 

My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
.  And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 


262.  c.  M. 

1  LIFE  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour  ; 
How  soon  the  vapor  flies  ! 
Man  is  a  tender,  transient  flower, 
That  e'en  in  bloomins',  dies. 


'0  5 


2  The  once  loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead, 

Each  mournful  thought  employs  ; 
And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled. 
And  withered  all  her  joys. 

3  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 

When  what  we  now  deplore 

Shall  rise  in  full  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 


135^  ADVENT    HARP. 

4  Cease,  then,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  tears; 
Behold  the  Saviour  nigh  ; 
And  when  in  glory  he  appears, 
Thy  joys  shall  never  die. 

263.  .  L.  M. 

1  HOW  many  kindred  souls  are  fled 
To  the  vast  regions  of  the  dead, 
Since  from  this  day  the  changing  sun 
Through  his  last  yearly  course  has  run ! 

2  We  yet  survive  ;  —  but  who  can  say. 
Or  through  this  year,  or  month,  or  day, 
I  will  retain  this  vital  breath, 

Thus  far  at  least,  in  league  with  death? 

3  That  breath  is  thine,  eternal  God ; 
'T  is  thine  to  fix  the  soul's  abode ; 
It  doth  exist  by  tliee  alone. 

On  earth,  or  in  the  world  unknown. 

4  To  thee  our  spirits  we  resign  ; 

Make  them  and  own  them  still  as  thine ', 
So  shall  they  rest  secure  from  fear, 
Until  death's  Conq'ror  shall  appear. 

264.  L.  M. 

1  HOW  sweet  the  hour  of  closing  day, 

When  all  is  peaceful  and  serene, 
And  the  broad  sun's  retiring  ray 
Sheds  a  mild  lustre  o'er  the  scene  ! 

2  Such  is  the  Christian's  parting  hour  ; 

So  peacefully  he  sinks  to  rest ; 
And  faith,  rekindling  all  its  power, 
Lights  up  the  languor  of  his  breast. 

3  There  is  a  radiance  in  his  eye, 

A  smile  upon  his  wasted  cheek, 
That  seems  to  tell  of  glory  nigh. 

In  language  that  no  tongue  can  speak. 


FUNERAL   OCCASIONS.  157 

4  A  beam  from  heaven  is  sent  to  cheer 

The  pilgrim  on  his  gloomy  road ; 
And  angels  are  attending  near, 
To. bear  him  to  their  bright  abode. 

5  Who  would  not  wish  to  die  like  those 

Whom  God's  own  spirit  deigns  to  bless? 
To  sink  into  that  soft  repose, 
Then  wake  to  perfect  happiness? 

6  O  Lord  !  that  we  may  thus  depart. 

Thy  joys  to  share,  thy  face  to  see, 
Impress  thine  image  on  our  heart, 
And  teach  us  now  to  walk  with  thee. 


FUNERAL    OCCASIONS. 


265.  C-  M. 

1  YE  living  men,  the  tomb  survey. 

Where  you  must  shortly  dwell ; 
Hark !  how  the  awful  summons  sounds 
In  every  funeral  knell ! 

2  Once  you  must  die,  and  once  for  all  ; 

The  solemn  purport  weigh  ; 
For  know  that  heaven  or  hell  is  hung 
On  that  important  day  ! 

3  Those  eyes,  so  long  in  darkness  veiled, 

Must  wake,  the  Judge  to  see  ; 
And  every  word,  and  every  thought, 
Must  pass  his  scrutiny. 

4  O  may  1  in  the  Judge  behold 

My  Saviour  and  my  friend  ; 
And  then,  triumphant  over  death, 
With  all  his  saints  ascend. 
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158  ADVENT    HARP. 

26G.  s.  M. 

1  LORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 

Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 
Our  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  scarce  deserves  the  name ! 

2  Alas!   'twas  brittle  clay 

That  formed  our  body  first ; 
And  every  month,  and  every  day, 
'T  is  mouldering-  back  to  dust. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Nor  will  our  minutes  stay  ; 
Just  like  a  flood  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

4  Well,  if  our  days  must  fly. 

We  '11  keep  their  end  in  sight ; 
We  '11  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  way. 
And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

5  They  '11  waft  us  sooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempestuous  sea  : 
We  soon  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 

267.  I-  M- 

1  HOW  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies ! 
,         When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest ! 

How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes ! 
How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  w' hen  storms  are  o'er ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 
So  dies  a  w'ave  along  the  shore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around  — 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys ; 
And  nought  disturbs  that  peace  profound 
Which  his  believing  soul  enjoys. 


FUNERAL    OCCASIONS.  159 

4  Farewell,  conllicting  hopes  and  fears, 

Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell ; 
How  bright  th'  unchanging  morn  appears! 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell! 

5  Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 

Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies ; 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
"  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies !" 

268.  L.  M. 

1  UNVEIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb  ; 

Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
To  slumber  in  the  silent  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear, 

Invades  thy  bounds  ;  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept ;  God's  dying  Son 

Passed  through  the  grave,  and  blessed  the  bed; 
Rest  here,  blessed  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 

4  Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn  ; 

Attend,  O  earth,  his  sovereign  word  : 
Restore  thy  trust :  a  glorious  form 
Shall  then  arise  to  meet  the  Lord. 

269.  c-  M. 

1  GREAT  God,  I  own  thy  sentence  just, 

And  nature  must  decay  ; 
I  yield  my  body  to  the  dust. 
To  dwell  with  fellow-clay. 

2  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 

And  trample  on  the  tombs  ; 
My  great  Redeemer  ever  lives, 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  comes. 


ttb  ADVENT  HARP. 

3  The  mighty  Conqueror  shall  appear, 

High  on  a  royal  seat ; 
And  Death,  the  last  of  all  his  foes, 
Lie  vanquished  at  his  feet. 

4  Then  shall  T  see  thy  lovely  face 

With  strong,  immortal  eyes. 
And  feast  upon  thy  wondrous  grace 
With  pleasure  and  surprise. 


270. 


C.  M. 

1  NAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 

And  entered  life  at  first ; 
Naked  wo  to  the  earth  return. 
And  mix  with  kindred  dust. 

2  Whate'er  we  fondly  call  our  own 

Belongs  to  heaven's  great  Lord  ; 
The  blessings  lent  us  for  a  day 
Are  soon  to  be  restored. 

3  'T  is  God  that  lifts  our  coniforts  high, 

Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave  ; 
He  gives ;  and,  when  he  takes  away, 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4  Then,  ever  blessed  be  his  name  ! 

His  goodness  swelled  our  store  ; 
His  justice  but  resumes  its  own  ; 
'T  is  ours  still  to  adore. 


271. 


MISCELLANEO  US. 


C.  M. 

Marriage. 
SINCE  Jesus  freely  did  appear, 

To  grace  a  marriage  feast, 
O  Lord !  we  ask  thy  presence  here  ; 

Be  thou  our  glorious  guest. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Upon  thy  servants,  Lord,  look  down, 

Who  now  have  joined  their  hands  ; 
Their  union  with  thy  favor  crown, 
And  bless  their  nuptial  bands. 

3  With  gifts  of  grace  their  hearts  endow  — 

Of  all  rich  dowries  best ; 
Their  substance  bless,  and  peace  bestow, 
To  sweeten  all  the  rest. 

4  In  purest  love  their  souls  unite, 

That  they  with  Christian  care 
May  make  domestic  burdens  light, 
By  taking  each  a  share. 

5  True  helpers  may  they  prove  indeed, 

In  prayer,  and  faith,  and  iiope  ; 
And  see  with  joy  a  godly  seed, 
To  build  their  household  up. 

6  That  love  which  Jesus  Christ  displays 

Towards  the  church,  his  bride, 
Be  this,  O  Lord,  through  all  their  days 
Their  pattern  and  their  guide. 

272.  c.  M. 

Fast. 

1  THE  fast  which  is  the  Lord's  delight 
Is  not  a  mere  external  rite  ; 

But  'tis  to  mortify  our  sin. 
To  be  sincere  and  pure  within, 

2  To  break  the  mourning  captive's  chain  ; 
The  proud  oppressor  to  restrain  ; 

To  clothe  the  naked,  feed  the  poor, 
And  bring  the  friendless  to  thy  door. 

3  Come,  let  us  our  offences  own, 
With  grief,  before  th'  eternal  throne  ; 
Sin  is  the  deadliest  of  our  foes. 

The  dreadful  source  of  all  our  woes. 


161 


162  AHVENT    HARP. 

4  Hence  discord,  strife,  and  war  arise, 
Famine,  disease,  and  dying  cries; 
Hence  men  disclaim  their  brotherhood, 
And  burn  to  shed  each  other's  blood. 

5  Wlien  will  these  deeds  of  horror  cease, 
And  Christians  walk  in  love  and  peace? 
Almighty  Lord,  our  hearts  are  thine, 

0  turn  us  by  thy  power  divine  ! 

6  The  God  of  love  will  scatter  far 
The  people  who  delight  in  war ; 
]5iit  all  who  walk  in  righteousness 
He  loves,  and  will  exalt  and  bless. 

273.  ^-  *f- 

Fast. 

1  A'J'TEND,  and  mark  the  solemn  fast 

Which  to  the  Lord  is  dear  ; 
Disdain  the  false,  unhallowed  mask 
Which  vain  dissembleis  wear. 

2  Do  I  delight  in  sorrow's  dress? 

Saith  he  who  reigns  above  ; 
The  hanging  head  and  rueful  look, 
Will  they  attract  my  love? 

3  Lot  such  as  feel  oppression's  load 

Thy  tender  pity  share  ; 
And  let  the  helpless,  homeless  poor 
l^e  ihy  peculiar  care. 

4  Go,  bid  the  hungry  orphan  be 

\\'"ith  thy  abundance  blessed  ; 

Invite  the  wanderer  to  thy  gate, 

And  spread  the  couch  of  rest. 

5  Let  hhn  who  pines  with  piercing  cold 

hy  thee  be  warmed  and  clad  ; 

ho  thine  the  blissful  task  to  make 

The  downcast  mourner  glad. 


mSCELLANEOUS. 

6  Then,  bright  as  morning,  shall  come  forth, 
In  peace  and  joy,  thy  days  ; 
And  glory  from  the  Lord  above 
Shall  shine  on  all  thy  ways. 

§74.  I'-  M. 

Ministers^  Conference. 

1  POUR  out  thy  Spirit  from  on  high  ; 

Lord,  thine  assembled  servants  bless; 
Graces  and  gifts  to  each  supply, 

And  clothe  thy  priests  with  righteousness. 

2  Within  thy  temple  when  we  stand, 

To  teach  the  truth,  as  taught  by  thee, 
Saviour,  like  stars  in  thy  right  hand 
The  angels  of  the  churches  be. 

3  Wisdom  and  zeal,  and  faith  impart, 

Firmness  with  meekness  from  above, 
To  bear  thy  people  on  our  heart, 

And  love  the  souls  whom  thou  dost  love. 

4  To  watch  and  pray,  and  never  faint ; 

By  day  and  night  our  guard  to  keep ; 
To  warn  the  sinner,  cheer  the  saint, 
Nourish  thy  lambs,  and  feed  thy  sheep. 

5  Then,  when  our  work  is  finished  here, 

Let  us,  in  hope,  our  charge  resign, 

When  the  good  Shepherd  shall  appear, 

That  they  and  we  may  all  be  thine. 

g75.  J«-  M; 

uedication. 
1  LORD  of  hosts,  to  thee  we  raise 
Here  a  house  of  prayer  and  praise ; 
Thou  thy  people's  hearts  prepare 
Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  prayer. 


163 


164  ADVENT  HARP. 

2  Let  the  living  here  be  fed 

With  thy  word  —  the  heavenly  bread ; 
Here,  in  hope  of  glory  blessed, 
May  the  dead  be  laid  to  rest. 

3  Here  to  thee  a  temple  stand, 
While  the  sea  shall  gird  the  land ; 
Here  reveal  thy  mercy  sure, 
While  the  sun  and  moon  endure. 

4  Hallelujah !  earth  and  sky 
To  the  joyful  sound  reply, 
Hallelujah !  hence  ascend 

Prayer  and  praise,  till  time  shall  end. 


276. 


L.  M. 

Morning  Hymn. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Thy  precious  time  misspent,  redeem  ; 
Each  present  day  thy  last  esteem  ; 
Improve  thy  talent  with  due  care ; 
For  the  great  day  thyself  prepare. 

3  Let  all  thy  converse  be  sincere ; 
Thy  conscience  as  the  noontide  clear ; 
Think  how  th'  all-seeing  God  thy  ways 
And  all  thy  secret  thoughts  surveys. 

4  Glory  to  God,  who  safe  has  kept, 
And  has  refreshed  me  while  I  slept ; 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  awake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

5  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew  ; 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew  ; 

Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  vidth  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  IjB^ 

6  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say  ; 
That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

277.  L.  M. 

Evejiing  Hymn. 
1  MY  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love  ! 
Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distil,  like  early  dew. 

3  Thou  spread's!  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  Gua   iian  of  my  sleeping  hours ; 
Thy  sovereigii  word  restores  the  light. 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise  ; 
Help  me  to  yield  to  thy  command, 
And  in  thy  service  spend  my  days. 

278.  L.  M. 

Evening  Hymn. 

1  THUS  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on  ; 

Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days ; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past. 

And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear  : 

O  may  thy  presence  ne'er  depart ! 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
Thy  love  and  liindness  in  my  heart. 


i8ft  ADVENT  HARF. 

4  Thus  if  the  night  of  death  should  come, 
My  flesh  will  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 


279. 


280. 


7s.  M. 
Family  Worship. 

1  GRACIOUS  God,  our  children  see  ; 
We  commend  them  unto  thee ; 
Born  where  sin  and  error  reign, 
Let  them  not  in  sin  remain. 
Israel's  little  ones  of  old 
Pharaoh  threatened  to  withhold, 
Then  thy  messenger  said    '  No  ; 
Let  the  children  also  go." 

2  When  the  angel  of  the  Lord, 
Drawing  forth  his  dreadful  sword, 
Slew,  with  an  avenging  hand. 
All  the  first-born  of  the  land. 
Then  thy  people's  doors  he  passed, 
Where  the  bloody  sign  was  placed  ; 
Hear,  O  hear  us,  gracious  God, 
Plead  for  these  the  Saviour's  blood  ! 

3  Lord,  we  tremble  ;  for  we  know 
How  the  fierce  malicious  foe. 
Wheeling  round  his  watchful  flight, 
Keeps  them  ever  in  his  sight : 
Spread  thy  pinions,  King  of  kings, 
Hide  them  safe  beneath  thy  wings, 
Lest  the  rav'nous  birds  of  prey 
Stoop,  and  bear  the  brood  away. 

P.  M. 

The  First  Advejit. 
1  0  HOW  charming,  0  how  charming, 
Is  the  radiant  band 
Of  music,  music,  music,  music  ! 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


167 


O  how  charming  is  the  radiant  band 
Of  music  playing  through  the  air! 

AngeHc  armies  tune  their  harps, 

Angelic  armies  tune  their  harps, 

And  raptured  cherubs  play  their  parts, 

Angelic  armies  tune  their  harps  ; 
Shout,  sliout, 

The  great  Redeemer  is  come  to  earth ! 

Gabriel  descending,  Gabriel  descending, 

Brings  the  joyful  news  ; 
O  joyful,  joyful,  joyful,  joyful ! 
Brings  the  joyful  news  of  our  Redeemer's  birth ; 
The  great  Messiah  is  come  to  earth  ; 

Good  will  to  men  I  now  proclaim, 

Good  will  to  men  I  now  proclaim,  »•  r>ri 

The  Saviour  's  born  in  Bethlehem  ;  '  *"  ^ 

Good  will  to  men  I  now  proclaim  ; 
Shout,  shout. 

The  great  Messiah  is  born  to-day  ! 

See  his  star  arising,  see  his  star  arising, 

In  the  eastern  sky  ; 
Now  rising,  rising,  rising,  rising, 
See  his  star  arising  in  the  eastern  sky, 
The  day-spring  opening  from  on  high  ; 

The  types  and  shadows  flee  away, 

The  types  and  sliadows  flee  away, 

And  now  begins  the  gospel  day ; 

The  types  and  shadows  flee  away  ; 
Shout,  shout. 

The  great  Redeemer  is  born  to-day ! 

Shepherds  adore  him,  wise  men  have  found  him. 
Glory  be  to  God  ; 

O  glory,  glory,  glory,  glory  ! 

Wise  men  have  found  him,  by  the  rising  star, 

And  come  to  worship  from  afar ; 

Their  golden  gifts  they  now  present, 
Their  golden  gifts  they  now  present, 
And  spices  of  the  sweetest  scent ; 


168  ADVENT    HARP. 

Their  golden  gifts  they  now  present ; 

Shout,  shout, 
The  King  of  glory  is  born  to-day  ! 

5  Jews  and  Gentiles,  join  in  concert, 
To  praise  your  infant  King  ; 
0  praise  him,  praise  him,  praise  him,  praise  hini) 
Jew  and  Gentile  praise  your  infant  King, 
And  loud  hosannas  sweetly  sing  ; 
With  Gabriel  and  the  shining  host, 
With  Gabriel  and  the  shining  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
With  Gabriel  and  the  shining  host ; 

Shout,  shout, 
The  great  Messiah  is  come  to  earth  ! 

281.  8,  8,  &6s.  M. 

Doom  of  Bahylon. 

1  NOW  let  us  sing  the  coming  fate 
Of  mystic  Babylon  the  Great, — 

Her  doom  is  drawing  near  ; 
Jesus  now  comes  on  earth  to  reign. 
His  cause  and  people  to  maintain ; 

For  them  he  '11  soon  appear. 

2  Before  him  flows  a  fiery  stream, 

The  heavens  above  with  lightnings  gleam, 

A  thousand  thunders  roar  ; 
A  heavenly  host  with  him  descends, 
His  voice  to  all  the  earth  extends, 

His  saints  now  grieve  no  more. 

3  Eclipsed  by  glory  so  divine, 

Sun,  moon,  and  stars  refuse  to  shine  ; 

The  heavens  a  burning  scroll ; 
The  day  is  broke  tbat  has  no  night ; 
Earth,  struck  with  horror  at  the  sight, 

Now  quakes  from  pole  to  pole. 

4  Angels  of  liglit,  at  his  command. 

Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand,  stand, 


MISCELLANEOUS.  169 

Waiting  his  voice  to  hear ; 
The  fiery  cherubs  spread  their  wings, 
The  air  with  loud  hosannas  rings, 

While  all  his  saints  draw  near. 

5  The  day  of  recompense  has  come  ; 
His  people  all  are  gathering  home ; 

With  joy  they  hear  his  voice  ; 
The  promised  curse,  the  threatened  woes, 
Combined,  now  fall  upon  his  foes ; 

The  martyrs  all  rejoice. 

6  She,  who  the  twelve  apostles  grieved, 
And  by  her  sorceries  deceived 

All  nations  of  the  world , 
Now  looks  with  anguish  at  their  bliss, 
Then  sinks  into  the  vast  abyss. 

To  endless  ruin  hurled. 

7  The  living  saints,  and  all  the  dead, 
Now  gather  round  their  glorious  Head, 

And  reign  with  him  below, 
A  thousand  years  of  perfect  peace, 
Of  love,  and  joy,  and  righteousness, 

Exempt  from  every  woe. 

8  Then  let  us  keep  the  end  in  view, 
And  ever  on  our  way  pursue  ; 

The  crown  is  yet  before  ; 
A  few  short  days,  the  conflict 's  done, 
The  battle  's  fought,  the  prize  is  won. 

And  we  shall  toil  no  more. 

882.  11  &  5s-  M. 

Longing  for  Home. 

1  THE  pleasures  of  earth  I  have  seen  fade  away  ; 
They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  decay ; 
But  pleasures  more  lasting  in  Jesus  are  given. 
Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  mansion  in  heaven. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  — 
The  saints  in  those  mansions  are  ever  at  home. 


170  ADVENT    HARP. 

2  Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false  glowing  charms ; 
The  Saviour  invites  me,  I  '11  go  to  his  arms ; 
At  the  banquet  of  mercy  I  hear  there  is  room ; 

0  there  may  I  feast  with  his  children  at  home ! 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  — 

O  Jesus,  conduct  me,  I  pray,  to  my  home  ! 

3  Farewell,  vain  amusements,  my  follies,  adieu, 
While  Jesus,  his  kingdom  and  glory  I  view  ; 

1  feast  on  the  pleasures  that  flow  from  his  throne, 
The  foretaste  divine  of  my  heavenly  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  — 

O  when  shall  I  share  the  fruition  of  home ! 

4  The  days  of  my  exile  are  passing  away ; 
The  time  is  approaching  when  Jesus  will  say, 

"  Well  done,  faithful  servant,  sit  down  on  my  throne, 
And  dwell  in  my  presence,  forever  at  home." 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  — 
0  there  I  shall  rest  with  the  Saviour  at  home ! 

5  Affliction  and  sorrow  and  death  shall  be  o'er  ; 
The  saints  shall  unite  to  be  parted  no  more ; 
Their  loud  hallelujahs  fill  heaven's  high  dome  ; 
They  dwell  with  the  Saviour,  forever  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  — 

They  dwell  with  the  Saviour,  forever  at  home 


283. 


lis.  AI. 

Call  to  Aivake. 


WHY  sleep  ye,  my  brethren?  come,  let  us  arise ; 
O,  why  should  we  slumber  in  sight  of  the  prize  ! 
Salvation  is  nearer  ;  our  day  is  far  spent ; 
0,  let  us  be  active  ;  awake,  and  repent ! 

0,  how  can  we  slumber  1  the  Master  will  come, 
He  's  calling  on  sinners  to  seek  them  a  home ; 
The  Spirit  and  Bride  now  in  concert  unite ; 
The  weary  they  welcome,  the  careless  invite. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  171 

3  0,  how  can  we  slumber  1  the  judgment  is  near, 
And  sinners  are  crowding  to  endless  despair  ; 

Now  prayer  may  avail,  they  may  gain  the  high  prize 
Before  they  in  torment  shall  lift  \ip  their  eyes. 

4  O,  how  can  ye  slumber"?  ye  sinners,  look  round, 
Before  the  last  trumpet  your  heart  shall  confound ; 
0,  fly  to  the  Saviour  !  he  calls  you  to-day  ; 
While  mercy  is  waiting,  0,  make  no  delay ! 

§§4^  8  &  7s.  M. 

"  Behold  7ve  have  forsake?i  all,  and  followed  Thee" 

1  JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  thee  ; 
All  things  else  I  have  forsaken  ; 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish  ev'ry  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition. 

While  I  prove  the  Lord  my  own. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me,  — 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too  ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me,  — 

Thou  art  faithful,  thou  art  true. 
0.  't  is  not  in  grief  to  harm  me. 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
O,  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

If  that  love  be  hid  from  me. 

3  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation  ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care  ; 
Joy  to  find,  in  every  station, 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee  ; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine  ; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee  ; 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine? 

4  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory. 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer  ; 


285. 


ADVENT   HARP. 

Heaven's  eternal  day  's  before  thee  ; 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there : 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise ! 

7  &  6s.  M. 

The  Jewels  of  the  Lord. 

1  YE  jewels  of  our  Master, 

Who  shine  with  heavenly  rays, 
Amid  the  beams  of  glory, 

Reflect  immortal  blaze  ; 
Ye  diamonds  of  beauty, 

With  pleasing  lustre  crowned, 
Of  heavenly  extraction. 

To  Zion's  city  bound  : 

2  When  we  beheld  your  order, 
*     And  harmony  of  soul, 

And  heard  divinest  numbers 

In  pure  devotion  roll, 
And  gems  immortal  glowing 

With  such  enlivening  grace. 
We  viewed  the  Saviour's  image, 

Impressed  on  every  face. 

3  Speak  often  to  each  other. 

To  cheer  the  fainting  mind  ; 
And  often  be  your  voices 

In  pure  devotion  joined  ; 
Though  trials  may  await  you. 

The  crown  before  you  lies  ; 
Take  courage,  brother  pilgrims. 

And  soon  you  '11  win  the  prize. 

4  Ye  shall  be  mine,  says  Jesus, 

In  that  auspicious  day. 
When  I  make  up  my  jewels, 
Released  from  cumb'rous  clay ; 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


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He  '11  polish  and  refine  you,  .1^^^' 

From  worthless  dross  and  tin, 
And  tx)  his  heavenly  kingdom 

Will  bid  you  enter  in. 

5  On  that  important  morning, 

When  bursting  thunders  sound, 
And  nimble  lightnings,  waving. 

Shall  wing  the  gloom  profound  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads  rejoicing, 

And  clap  your  joyful  hands  ; 
Lo,  you  're  redeemed  forever 

From  death's  corrupted  bands ! 

6  As  Aaron  with  his  girdle, 

In  shining  jewels  dressed, 
Bore  all  the  tribes  of  Israel 

Inscribed  upon  his  breast ; 
So  will  the  Priest  of  Zion, 

Before  the  Father's  throne, 
Present  the  heirs  of  glory, 

And  God  the  kindred  own. 

7  The  golden  bells  will  echo  v^Sft 

Around  the  sacred  hill ;  »  V  ^«t 

And  sweet  immortal  anthems 

The  vocal  regions  fill ;  "    ■ 

In  everlasting  beauty, 

The  shining  millions  stand, 
Safe  on  the  Rock  of  Ages, 

Amid  the  promised  land. 

8  We  '11  range  the  wide  dominion 

Of  our  Redeemer  round, 
And  in  dissolving  raptures 

Be  lost  in  love  profound  ; 
While  all  the  fiaming  harpers 

Begin  the  lasting  song, 
With  hallelujahs  rolling 

From  the  unnumbered  throng. 
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174  ADVENT   HARP. 

286.  CM-  . 

Christian  Charity. 

1  BLESS'D  is  the  man  whose  soft'ning  heart 

Feels  for  his  neighbors  pain, 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Is  never  raised  in  vain. 

2  With  gen'rous  zeal  he  flies  to  help 

The  stranger  in  distress ; 
And  mourns  the  wrongs  which  from  his  aid 
Admit  not  of  redress. 

3  He  lends  a  kind  supporting  arm 

To  every  child  of  grief ; 
His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
And  yields  unhoped  relief. 

4  To  him  compassion  shall  be  shown ; 

And  blessings  from  above 
Shall  come  on  all,  who  thus  fulfil 
The  perfect  law  of  love. 

887.  ^^-  ^' 

The  Union. 

1  FRrM  whence  doth  this  union  arise. 

That  hatred  is  conquered  by  love  ? 
It  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties, 
That  nature  and  time  can't  remove. 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 

Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost ; 
It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground, 
And  Jesus'  dear  blood  it  did  cost. 

3  Why  then  so  unwilling  to  part. 

Since  we  shall  ere  long  meet  again  1 
Engraved  on  Immanuel's  heart. 
At  distance  we  cannot  remain. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  116 

4  And  when  we  shall  see  the  bright  day, 
When  Jesus  descends  from  above, 
And  angels  his  glory  display, 
We  then  to  his  kingdom  remove. 

6  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 

And  all  his  rich  glory  shall  see ;  ■» 

There  sing  Hallelujah,  Amen ! 
Amen,  even  so  let  it  be ! 

C.  M. 

A  Dialogue. 

1  WHAT  poor  despisdd  company 

Of  travellers  are  these, 
Who  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way, 
Along  the  rugged  maze  1 

2  Ah,  these  are  of  a  royal  line, 

AH  children  of  a  King  ; 
Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine. 
And  lo,  for  joy  they  sing ! 

3  Why  do  they  then  appear  so  mean  ? 

And  why  so  much  despised  ? 
Because  of  their  rich  robes  unseen      • 
The  world  is  not  apprized. 

4  But  some  of  them  seem  poor,  distressed, 

And  lacking  daily  bread  : 
Ah  !  they  're  of  boundless  wealth  possessed, 
With  hidden  manna  fed. 

5  But  why  keep  they  that  narrow  road, 

That  rugged,  thorny  maze? 
Why,  that 's  the  way  their  Leader  trod ; 
They  love  and  keep  his  ways. 

6  Why  must  they  shun  the  pleasant  path, 

That  worldlings  love  so  well  ? 
Because  that  is  the  road  to  death. 
The  open  road  to  hell. 


Vt6  ADVENT   HARP. 

7  What,  is  there  then  no  other  road 
To  Salem's  happy  ground?  — 
Christ  is  the  only  way  to  (lod  ; 
None  olher  can  be  found. 

289.  6  ^  ''^^"-  ^^- 

The  Happy  Corivert. 

1  O  HOW  happy  are  they, 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above ! 
Tongue  can  never  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 

Of  u  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine 
When  the  favor  divine 

1  first  found  in  the  blood  (»f  the  Lamb; 

When  at  fust  J  believed, 

\^''hat  a  joy  I  received, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  dear  name! 

3  'T  was  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more, 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet. 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus,  all  the  day  long. 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song  ; 

0  that  all  his  salvation  might  see ! 

He  halh  loved  me,  I  cried. 

He  hath  suffered  and  died, 
To  redeem  such  a  reljel  as  me. 

5  On  the  wings  of  his  love 

I  was  carried  above  ^    Yf  ^ 

All  my  sin,  and  temptation,  and  pain; 

And  I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  should  grieve, 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


177 


H.  M. 

Strev,%th  from  Heaven. 

1  BY  whom  was  David  taught 

To  aim  the  dreadful  blow,  '.  I  1 

When  he  Goliah  fought, 

And  laid  the  Gittite  low?  ;> 

No  sword  or  spear  the  stripling  took, 
But  chose  a  pebble  from  the  brook. 

2  'T  was  Israel's  God  and  King 

Who  sent  him  to  the  fight ; 
Who  gave  him  strength  to  sling, 

And  skill  to  aim  aright. 
Ye  feeble  saints,  your  strength  endures, 
Because  young  David's  God  is  yours.  T 

3  Who  ordered  Gideon  forth, 

To  storm  th'  invader's  camp, 
With  arms  of  little  worth, 

A  pitcher  and  a  lan\p  ? 
The  trumpet  made  his  comhig  known. 
And  all  the  host  was  overthrown. 

4  O,  we  have  seen  the  day, 

When  with  a  single  word, 
(God  helping  us  to  say, 

Our  trust  is  in  the  Lord,) 
Our  souls  have  quelled  a  thousand  foos, 
Fearless  of  all  that  could  oppose. 

5  But  unbelief,  self-will , 

Self-righteousness  and  pride, 
How  often  do  they  steal 

Our  weapons  from  our  side ! 
Yet  David's  Lord,  and  Gideon's  friend, 
Will  help  his  servants  to  the  end. 


178  ADVENT   HARP. 

ggj^  12  &  lis.  M. 

"  The  Harvest  is  past,  the  Summer  is  ended." 

1  IIARK,  sinner,  while  God  from  on  high  doth  entreat  thee 

And  warnings  with  accents  of  mercy  doth  blend ; 

Give  ear  to  his  voice,  lest  in  judgment  he  meet  thee ; 

"  The  harvest  is  passing,  the  summer  will  end." 

2  How  oft  of  thy  danger  and  guilt  he  hath  told  thee ! 

How  oft  still  the  message  of  mercy  doth  send  ! 
Haste,  haste,  while  he  waits  in  his  arms  to  enfold  thee ; 
"  The  harvest  is  passing,  the  summer  will  end." 

3  Despised,  rejected,  at  length  he  may  leave  thee ; 

What  anguish  and  horror  thy  bosom  will  rend ! 
Then  haste  thee,  O  sinner,  while  he  will  receive  thee; 
"  The  harvest  is  passing,  the  summer  will  end." 

4  Ere  long,  and  Jehovah  will  come  in  his  power ; 

Our  God  will  arise,  with  his  foes  to  contend : 
Haste,  haste  thee,  O  sinner,  prepare  for  that  hour ; 
"  The  harvest  is  passing,  the  summer  will  end." 

5  The  Saviour  will  call  thee  in  judgment  before  him ; 

O,  bow  to  his  sceptre,  and  make  him  thy  Friend ; 

Now  yield  him  thy  heart,  and  make  haste  to  adore  liim 

"  Thy  harvest  is  passing,  thy  summer  will  end." 

292.  L.  M. 

TJie  Beatitudes. 

1  HLEST  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty  ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  .'vre  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Blest  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war ; 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 
And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grswje. 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness ; 
They  shall  be  well  supplied  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

5  Blest  are  the  men  whose  bowels  move, 
And  melt  with  sympathy  and  love  ; 
From  Christ  the  Lord  they  shall  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 

6  Blest  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  power  of  sin ; 

With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 

7  Blest  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife ; 
They  shall  be  called  the  heirs  of  bliss, 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 

8  Blest  are  the  suff 'rers,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake ; 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord ; 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 


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293.  11  ^  ®«'  M- 

This  is  my  Beloved. 

1  O  THOU  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight, 

On  whom  in  affliction  I  call ; 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all  — 

2  O  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee, 

Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  1 
Thy  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they  lee, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 


AM 


180  ADVENT    HARP. 

3  Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  you  seen 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shone  1 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  beloved  has  been, 
And  where  with  his  flock  he  has  gone  ? 

4  This  is  my  beloved,  his  form  is  divine, 

His  vestments  shed  odors  around  ; 
The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  the  vine, 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crowned. 

6  His  voice,  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 
Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death ; 
The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet. 
The  air  is  perfumed  with  his  breath. 

6  His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow,.-    , 

That  waters  the  garden  of  grace  ; 
From  which  their  salvation  the  Gentiles  may  know 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

7  Love  sits  on  his  eyelids  and  scatters  delight 

Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high ; 
Their  faces  the  cherubim  veil  in  his  sight, 
And  praise  him  with  fulness  of  joy. 

8  He  looks,  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  rejoice. 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word  ; 
He  speaks,  and  eternity,  filled  with  his  voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 

294.  "^-  **•  MS. 

Bower  of  Prayer. 

1  TO  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  with  neighbors  to  part. 
And  go  from  my  home  it  afflicts  not  my  heart, 

Like  the  thought  of  absenting  myself  for  a  day        ^ 
From  that  blessed  retreat  where  I  've  chosen  to  pray. 

2  Sweet  bower,  where  the  pine  and  the  poplar  have  spread. 
And  woven  their  branches  a  roof  o'er  my  head  ; 

How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  evergreen  there. 
And  poured  out  my  soul  to  my  Saviour  in  prayer. 


MlSCELLANEOtTS.  181 

3  The  early,  shrill  notes  of  a  loved  nightingale, 
That  dwelt  in  the  bower,  I  observed  as  my  bell, 
To  call  me  to  duty,  while  birds  of  the  air 
Sung  anthems  of  praises  as  I  went  to  prayer. 

4  How  sweet  were  the  zephyrs  perfumed  by  the  pine, 
The  ivy,  the  balsam,  and  wild  eglantine  ! 

But  sweeter,  O  sweeter  superlative  were 
The  joys  that  I  tasted  in  answer  to  prayer. 

5  For  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  oft  deigned  to  meet, 
And  bless  with  his  presence  my  humble  retreat ; 
Oft  filled  me  with  rapture  and  blessedness  there, 
Inditing,  in  heaven's  own  language,  my  prayer. 

6  Dear  bower,  I  must  leave  you,  and  bid  you  adieu, 
And  pay  my  devotions  in  parts  that  are  new, 
Well  knowing  my  Saviour  resides  everywhere, 
And  can  in  all  places  give  answer  to  prayer. 

7  Although  I  shall  never  revisit  thy  shade. 
Yet  oft  shall  I  think  of  the  vows  I  liave  made, 
And  while  at  a  distance,  my  mind  will  repair 

To  the  place  where  my  Saviour  first  answered  my  prayer 

295.  8^-  M. 

Foot  Way-faring  Man. 

1  A  POOR  way-faring  man  of  grief 

Hath  often  crossed  me  on  ray  way. 
Who  sued  so  l\urably  for  relief, 

That  I  could  never  answer  nay  :  — 
I  had  no  power  to  ask  his  name. 
Whither  he  went  or  whence  he  came  ; 
Yet  there  was  some-tliing  in  his  eye 
That  won  my  love,  I  know  not  why. 

2  Once  when  my  scanty  meal  was  spread, 

He  entered  ;    not  a  word  he  spake  ; 
Just  perishing  for  want  of  bread 

I  gave  him  all ;  he  blessed  and  brake, 


182  ADVENT    HARP. 

And  ate,  but  gave  me  part  again  : 
Mine  was  an  angel's  portion  then  ! 
And  while  I  fed  with  eager  haste, 
The  crust  was  manna  to  my  taste ! 

3  I  spied  him  where  a  fountain  burst 

Clear  from  the  rock  ;  his  strength  was  gone ; 
The  heedless  water  mocked  his  thirst : 

He  heard  it,  saw  it  hurrying  on. 
I  ran  and  raised  the  sufferer  up  ; 
Thrice  from  the  stream  he  drained  my  cup, 
Dipped,  and  returned  it  running  o'er  ; 
I  drank,  and  never  thirsted  more ! 

4  'T  was  night.     The  floods  were  out ;  it  blew 

A  wintry  hurricane  aloof! 
I  heard  his  voice  abroad,  and  flew 

To  bid  him  welcome  to  my  roof. 
I  warmed,  I  clothed,  I  cheered  my  guest, 
Laid  him  on  mine  own  couch  to  rest ; 
Then  made  the  earth  my  bed,  and  seemed 
In  Eden's  garden  while  I  dreamed. 

5  Stripped,  wounded,  beaten,  nigh  to  death, 

I  found  him  by  the  high-way  side  ; 
I  roused  his  pulse,  brought  back  his  breath. 

Revived  his  spirit,  and  supplied 
Wine,  oil,  refreshment ;  he  was  healed. 
I  had  myself  a  wound  concealed. 
But  from  that  hour  forgot  the  smart. 
And  peace  bound  up  my  broken  heart. 

6  In  prison  I  saw  him  next,  condemned 

To  meet  a  traitor's  doom  at  morn  ; 
The  tide  of  lying  tongues  I  stemmed, 

And  honored  him  mid  shame  and  scorn. 
My  friendship's  utmost  zeal  to  try, 
He  ask'd  if  I  for  him  would  die  ? 
The  flesh  was  weak,  my  blood  ran  chill. 
But  the  free  spirit  cried,  "  I  will !  " 


MISCELLANEOUS.  183 

7  Then,  in  a  moment,  to  my  view, 

The  stranger  started  from  disguise  ; 
:       The  tokens  in  his  hands  I  knew,  — 
My  Saviour  stood  before  my  eyes ! 
He  spake,  and  my  poor  name  he  named :  — 
"  Of  me  thou  hast  not  been  ashamed ; 
These  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  be  ; 
Fear  not,  thou  didst  it  unto  me  !  " 

296.  11^-  M- 

The  Garden  Hymn. 

1  WHILE  nature  was  sinking  in  silence  to  rest, 

And  the  last  beams  of  daylight  were  dim  in  the  west, 
I  strayed  in  the  twilight  unconscious  away, 
In  deep  meditation  where'er  my  path  lay. 

2  I  passed  near  a  garden  :  there  fell  on  my  ear 

A  voice  of  deep  anguish  from  one  that  was  there ; 
The  tones  of  his  agony  melted  my  heart. 
While  earnestly  pleading  the  lost  sinner's  part. 

3  In  offering  to  heaven  his  strong,  matchless  prayer, 
He  spake  of  the  torments  the  sinner  must  bear ; 
His  life  as  a  ransom  he  offered  to  give. 

That  sinners  redeemed  in  glory  might  live. 

4  So  deep  was  his  sorrow,  so  fervent  his  prayers, 

That  down  o'er  his  bosom  rolled  sweat,  blood,  and  tears ! 

I  wept  to  behold  him,  and  asked  his  name  ; 

He  answered,  "  'T  is  Jesus  —  from  heaven  I  came. 

5  "  I  am  thy  Redeemer  —  for  thee  I  must  die ; 
The  cup  is  most  painful ,  but  cannot  pass  by ; 
Thy  sins  like  a  mountain  are  laid  upon  me. 
And  all  this  deep  anguish  I  suffer  for  thee !  " 

6  I  heard  with  attention  the  tale  of  his  woe. 
While  tears  like  a  fountain  of  waters  did  flow  ; 
The  cause  of  his  sorrow  to  hear  him  repeat, 
Affected  my  heart,  and  I  fell  at  his  feet 


184  ADVENT    HARP. 

7  I  trembled  with  horror,  and  loudly  did  cry, 

"  Lord,  save,  or  I  perish !  O,  save,  or  I  die  !  " 

He  smiled  when  he  saw  me,  and  said  to  me,  "  laTOt 

Thy  sins,  which  are  many,  I  freely  forgive." 

8  How  sweet  was  that  language  !  it  made  me  rejoice ! 
His  smile,  O,  how  pleasant !  how  cheering  his  voice! 
I  ran  from  the  garden  to  spread  it  abroad  ; 

I  shouted,  "  Salvation  !  O,  glory  to  God  !  " 

9  I  'm  now  on  my  journey  to  mansions  above, 
My  soul  full  of  glory,  of  peace,  light  and  love ! 
I  think  of  the  garden,  the  prayer,  and  the  tears, 
And  that  loving  stranger  who  banished  my  fears. 

10  The  day  of  bright  glory  is  rolling  around. 

When  Gabriel,  descending,  the  trumpet  shall  sound ; 
My  soul  then  in  raptures  of  glory  will  rise. 
To  gaze  on  that  stranger  with  unclouded  eyes. 

297.  8&6s.  M. 

The  Pilgrim. 

1  HOW  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot ! 
How  free  from  every  anxious  thought, 

From  worldly  hope  and  fear ! 
Confined  to  neither  court  nor  cell, 
His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell  ; 

He  only  sojourns  here. 

2  This  happiness  in  part  is  mine, 
Already  saved  from  low  design. 

From  every  creature-love ; 
Blest  with  the  scorn  of  finite  good, 
My  soul  is  lightened  of  its  load, 

And  seeks  the  things  above 

3  The  things  eternal  I  pursue  ; 
A  happiness  beyond  the  view 

Of  those  that  basely  pant 


MISCELLANEOUS.  185 

For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen  ; 
Their  honors,  wealth,  and  pleasures  mean, 
I  neither  have  nor  want. 

4  No  foot  of  land  do  I  possess, 
No  cottage  in  this  wilderness  ; 

A  poor  wayfaring  man. 
I  lodge  awhile  in  tents  below, 
Or  gladly  wander  to  and  fro. 

Till  I  my  Canaan  gain. 

5  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair  ; 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there, 

And  my  abiding  home  ; 
With  me  my  elder  brethren  stay, 
Waiting  the  swift-approaching  day, 

Till  our  Deliverer  come. 

6  Then,  Lord,  on  angel's  wings  I  '11  rise. 
And  soar  to  meet  thee  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  heavenly  rest ! 
O,  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end : 
Now,  O  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 

Receive  me  to  thy  breast ! 

298.  lis-  M. 

Precious  Promises. 

1  HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ; 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 

■  You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled? 

2  In  every  condition,  in  sickness,  in  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth. 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land  or  the  sea. 

As  thy  days  may  demand  shall  thy  strength  ever  be. 

3  *'  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dismayed  ! 
I  now  am  thy  God  and  will  still  give  thee  aid ; 

I  '11  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous  omnipotent  hand. 


186  ADVENT   HARP. 

4  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go. 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow  ; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless. 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply  ; 
The  flames  shall  not  hurt  thee  ;   1  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  E'en  down  to  old  age  all  my  people  shall  prove, 
Impartial,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 

And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

7  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  doth  lean  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes  ; 

That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
I  '11  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake." 

§99.  ^=-  M- 

The  Second  Coming  of  Christ. 

1  COME,  Desire  of  nations,  come  ! 
Hasten,  Lord,  the  general  doom  ! 
Hear  the  Spirit  and  the  Bride  ; 
Come,  and  take  us  to  thy  side. 

2  Thou,  who  hast  our  place  prepared, 
Make  us  meet  for  our  reward  ; 
Then  with  all  thy  saints  descend  ; 
Then  our  earthly  trials  end. 

3  Mindful  of  thy  chosen  race, 
Shorten  these  vindictive  days  ; 
Who  for  full  redemption  groan  ; 
Hear  us  now,  and  save  thine  own. 

4  Now  destroy  the  Man  of  sin  ; 
Now  thine  ancient  flock  bring  in ! 
Filled  with  righteousness  divine, 
Claim  a  ransomed  world  for  thine. 


MISCELLANEO.US.  187 

6  Plant  thy  heavenly  kingdom  here  ; 
Glorious  in  thy  saints  appear  ; 
Speak  the  sacred  number  sealed  ; 
Speak  the  mystery  revealed. 

6  Take  to  thee  thy  royal  power  ; 
Reign,  vi^hen  sin  shall  be  no  more  ; 
Reign,  when  death  no  more  shall  be  ; 
Reign  to  all  eternity. 


300.  c.  M. 

Confidence  and  Hope  in  God. 

1  THINE  oath  and  promise,  mighty  God, 

Recorded  in  thy  Word, 
Become  our  hope's  foundation  broad, 
And  surety  afford. 

2  Like  Abraham,  the  friend  of  God, 

Thy  faithfulness  we  prove  ; 
We  tread  in  paths  the  fathers  trod, 
Blest  with  thy  light  and  love. 

3  Largely  our  consolation  flows, 

While  we  expect  the  day 
That  ends  our  griefs,  and  pains,  and  woe», 
And  drives  our  fears  away. 

4  Let  floods  of  mighty  vengeance  roll, 

And  compass  earth  around  ; 
Let  thunder  sound  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  earthquakes  vast  astound  ; 

6  Let  nature  all  convulse  and  shake, 
And  angry  nations  rage ;  — 
Thy  name  our  hiding-place  we  make  ! 
To  save  thou  dost  engage. 


18d  ADVENT   HARP. 

301.  P  M. 

Thtre  is  a  World  to  Come. 
Air  —  "Happy  Land." 

1  THERE  is  a  world  to  come, 

Happy  and  pure  ; 
That  is  the  Christian's  home, 

Long  to  endure  I 
O,  't  is  a  world  of  light ; 
No  more  death,  nor  woe,  nor  night ; 
Faith  views  it  with  delight. 

Knowing  't  is  sure. 

2  There  Christ  will  ever  reign, 

All-glorious  King  ! 
There  music's  rapturous  strain 
'»    Ever  will  ring  ; 
Saints  who  in  ages  by 
Suffered,  and  were  called  to  die. 
There  in  sweet  harmony 
Anthems  will  sing. 

3  There  is  our  paradise  — 

Eden  restored ! 
All  beauteous  in  their  eyes, 

Who  love  the  Lord  ; 
Wastes  that  are  now  so  drear, 
Like  the  rose  shall  blossom  there^ 
And  be  a  garden  fair  : 

Thus  saith  the  word. 

4  Oj  that  bright  world  to  come  — 

Tongue  cannot  tell  ! 
Thrice  blessed  is  the  home 

Where  saints  will  dwell ; 
Turn,  then,  from  sin  away, 
And  the  word  of  God  obey, 
Then  at  the  last  great  day 

All  will  be  well. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  189 

302  P-  M. 

The  Exile. 
Tune— "All  is  well." 

1  THERE  is  a  land,  a  better  land  than  this  — 

There  's  my  home,  there  's  my  home  ! 
A  land  of  pure,  unbounded,  perfect  bliss  — 

There  's  my  home  —  there  's  my  home  ! 
A  captive  on  this  desert  shore, 
I  long  to  count  my  exile  o'er. 
And  be  where  sorrows  come  no  more  : 

There  "s  my  home  —  there  's  my  home  ! 

2  Far,  far  I  am  from  my  own  happy  shore  — 

I  would  go  —  I  would  go. 
But  yet  my  days  of  exile  are  not  o'er :  — 

I  would  go  —  I  would  go. 
I  would  not  stay  though  earth  were  mine ; 
Though  all  its  treasures  for  me  shine, 
A  captive  here  I  still  should  pine  — 

I  would  go  —  I  would  go  ! 

3  Bright  visions  of  that  blissful  land  appear  — 

There  's  my  home  —  there  's  my  home  ! 
How  long  a  pilgrim  must  I  wander  here  ? 

There  "s  my  home  —  there  's  my  home  ! 
O  tell  me  that  I  soon  shall  be 
With  all  the  ransomed  exiles  free 
There  in  that  land  I  long  to  see  : 

There  's  my  home  —  there  's  my  home  ! 

4  There  is  a  land,  a  brighter  land  than  this  ; 

Joys  are  there  —  joys  are  there  ! 
No  pain  or  sorrow,  sickness  or  distress. 

Reaches  there  —  reaches  there. 
Bright  fields  of  pleasure  greet  the  eye, 
And  crystal  streams  that  never  dry  ; 
O,  give  me  wings,  I  now  would  fly, 

And  be  there  —  and  be  there  ! 
13 


190  ADVENT    HAKP. 


303. 


10  &  7s.  M. 
Be  of  good  Cheer. 


Tune  —  "  Here  is  no  rest." 

1  CHRISTIAN,  the  warfare  will  now  soon  be  o'er  ; 

O,  do  not  fear,  do  not  fear  ! 
Soon  thou  wilt  rest  where  thy  foes  come  no  more ; 

Be  of  good  cheer,  of  good  cheer  ! 
"What  though  the  night  be  so  dreary  and  long  1 
What  though  thy  foes  are  unwearied  and  strong  1 
Soon  thou  shalt  join  in  the  conqueror's  song  : 

Be  of  good  cheer,  of  good  cheer  ! 

2  What  though  the  billows  of  life  darkly  roll  1 

0,  do  not  fear,  do  not  fear  ! 
Friends  all  forsake  thee,  and  cares  press  thy  sou.  .• 

Be  of  good  cheer,  of  good  cheer  ! 
Christian,  remember  that  Christ  loves  thee  still ; 
Only  be  faithful  in  doing  his  will ; 
Soon  thou  wilt  stand  with  him  on  Zion's  hill. 

Be  of  good  cheer,  of  good  cheer  ! 

3  Christian,  the  angels  are  coming  for  thee  ; 

O,  do  not  fear,  do  not  fear  ! 
Whom  thou  dost  love,  thou  in  glory  shalt  see  ; 

Be  of  good  cheer,  of  good  cheer  ! 
O,  if  thou  wouldst  through  the  warfare  endure, 
Keep  on  thy  armor,  and  all  thy  robes  pure ; 
Faith  overcomes,  and  will  make  the  prize  sure  : 

Be  of  good  cheer,  of  good  cheer  ! 

4  Chr'^tian,  the  shadows  will  soon  flee  away  ! 

lu  not  fear,  do  not  fear  ! 
Then  thou  wilt  enter  a  glorious  day  ; 

Be  of  good  cheer,  of  good  cheer  ! 
In  the  bright  kingdom  forever  to  dwell ; 
Join  angel  choirs,  and  the  rich  anthem  swell ; 
Bid  to  thy  sorrows  a  long,  long,  farewell  ! 

Be  of  good  cheer  J  of  good  cheer  ! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  191 


3Q4,  12  &  lis.  M. 

I  long  have,  wandered. 
Air —  "  Eden  of  love." 

1  I  LONG  here  have  wandered,  a  pilgrim  and  stranger ; 

Aloof  from  the  world  have  endeavored  to  keep  : 
All  free  from  its  error,  pollution,  and  danger, 

Till  I  should  be  changed,  or  in  Jesus  should  sleep. 
Its  joys  and  its  sorrows,  its  pain  and  its  pleasure, 
Its  poverty's  vale  or  its  envied  treasure, 
I  count  all  as  nothing  compared  with  the  measure 

Of  glory  that 's  promised  when  Christ  shall  appear  ! 

2  By  foes  I  'm  despised,  and  by  friends  am  forsaken  ; 

My  hope  is  deferred  and  sick  is  my  heart. 
Though  oft  disappointed  and  sometimes  mistaken, 

Yet  from  my  dear  Jesus  I  ne'er  will  depart. 
The  day  of  probation  is  rapidly  fleeting ; 
All  hail ,  happy  morning  of  that  glorious  meeting  ! 
My  soul  in  sweet  transports  exults  in  repeating, 

I  '11  meet  all  the  saints  when  old  time  is  no  more  ! 

3  Come,  all  my  dear  brethren  who  pant  for  salvation, 

With  warm  heart  and  hand,  you  in  friendship  I  greet ; 
And  though  we  now  sigh  with  a  groaning  creation, 

In  realms  of  bright  glory  we  hope  soon  to  meet. 
With  saints  and  with  angels  we  there  shall  admire 
Our  glorious  Redeemer,  and  never  more  tire  : 
The  thought  of  that  bliss  doth  my  soul  now  inspire ! 

O,  glory,  O,  glory,  my  heart  now  is  there ! 

305.  L.  M. 

The  Believer's  Wants. 

1  I  WANT  not  India's  pearly  shore  ; 
I  want  the  joys  of  earth  no  more  : 
I  want  to  quit  each  vain  delight ; 
I  want  to  walk  with  Christ  in  white. 


192  ADVENT    HARP. 

2  I  want  to  know  my  Saviour's  love  ; 
I  want  to  fix  my  heart  above ; 

I  want  more  grace  to  conquer  sin  ; 
I  want  to  feel  new  life  within. 

3  I  want  Christ's  robe  of  righteousness  ; 
I  want  that  bright  and  glorious  dress  ; 
I  want  to  lay  my  own  aside  ; 

I  want  to  fly  from  legal  pride. 

4  I  want  to  lean  on  Jesus'  breast, 
And  feel  him  my  eternal  rest ; 

I  want  the  spirit's  purging  fire  ; 

More  faith,  more  love,  to  raise  me  higher. 

5  I  want  with  Jesus  to  sit  down  ; 

I  want  to  wear  my  heavenly  crown  ; 
I  want  the  kingdom  promised  me ; 
I  want,  0  Christ,  to  live  with  thee  ! 

306.  ii«-  ^^- 

Remember  Lofs  Wife. 

1  A  WARNING  from  heaven,  the  Saviour  is  nea^? 
He  calls  to  the  world,  and  commands  them  to  hcu  ; 
Then  ye  who  believe  him,  escape  for  your  life. 
And  look  not  behind  you  —  remember  Lot's  wife  ! 

2  No  time  now  to  revel,  to  sell  and  to  buy  ; 
What  prophets  have  spoken  is  now  passing  by  : 
Then  ye  who  behold  it,  escape  for  your  life. 
And  look  not  behind  you  —  remember  Lot's  wife  ! 

3  In  the  hand  of  the  Lord  see  that  wine-cup  of  blood  ! 
Its  dregs  are  prepared  for  the  foes  of  our  God  : 
The  cry  has  gone  upward,  '*  Escape  for  your  life, 
And  look  not  behind  you  —  remember  Lot's  wife  !  " 

4  O,  Zion  !  thy  glory  ere  long  will  appear. 

No  more  then  thine  eye  shall  be  dimmed  with  a  tear ; 
Make  Christ  still  your  refuge,  your  leader  and  life  ; 
Then  look  not  behind  you  —  remember  Lot's  wife ! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  193 

307.  P-  ^i- 

Advent  Hymn. 
Tune— "The  old  Church-yard." 

1  WE  shall  see  the  Saviour  coming 

In  the  clouds  of  heaven  ; 
Then  the  song^  of  victory 

Hear  from  those  who  are  forgiven. 

2  Jesus  sounds  the  seventh  trumpet.  — 

Calls  to  life  the  dead  : 
Quickens  first  his  people, 

And  exalts  them  with  their  Head. 

3  Jesus  saves  the  waiting  remnant 

Of  his  faithful  saints  : 
He  redeems  their  body, 

And  avenges  their  complaints. 

4  Then  new  heavens  and  earth  created 

By  his  power  shall  be  : 
We,  our  inheritance 

In  its  Eden  state  shall  see. 

5  Pain,  and  death,  and  sin  destroyed, 

We  shall  then  realize  : 

Thirst  and  hunger  know  not, 

In  the  land  of  paradise. 

308.  6&5S.M. 

T//fc'  Lord's  Prayer. 

1  OUR  Father  in  heaven, 

We  hallow  thy  name  ! 
May  thy  kingdom  holy 

On  earth  be  the  same  ! 
O  give  to  us  daily 

Our  portion  of  bread  ; 
It  is  from  thy  bounty 

That  all  must  be  fed. 


194  ADVENT    HARP. 

2  Forgive  our  transgressions, 
And  teach  us  to  know 

That  humble  compassion 
Which  pardons  each  foe : 

Keep  us  from  temptation, 
From  weakness  and  sin, 

And  thine  be  the  glory- 
Forever  —  Amen. 

309.  c.  M. 

Christmas   Hymn. 

1  MORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join, 

And  chant  the  solemn  lay  ; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine, 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  rolled  ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 
'T  was  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song : 
Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
Th'  harmonious  heavenly  throng. 

5  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 
And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

6  With  joy  the  chorus  we  '11  repeat, 

"  Glory  to  God  «n  high  ; 
Good  will  and  peace  are  now  complete  ; 
Jesus  was  born  to  die." 


MISCELLANEOUS.  196 

7  Hail,  Prince  of  Life,  forever  hail! 
Redeemer,  Brother,  Friend ! 
Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life  should  fail 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 

310  7&Gs.  M. 

Praise  the  Lord. 

.  PRAISE  the  Lord  who  reig-ns  above, 

And  keeps  his  courts  below  ; 
Praise  him  for  his  boundless  love, 

And  all  his  greatness  show. 
Praise  him  for  his  noble  deeds ; 

Praise  him  for  his  matchless  power ; 
Him,  from  whom  all  good  proceeds, 

Let  earth  and  heaven  adore. 

2  Publish,  spread  to  all  around 

The  great  Immanuel's  name  ; 
Let  the  gospel-trumpet  sound. 

Him  Prince  of  peace  proclaim. 
Praise  him,  every  tuneful  string  : 

All  the  reach  of  heavenly  art, 
All  the  power  of  music  bring, 

The  music  of  the  heart. 

3  Him,  in  whom  they  move  and  live, 

Let  every  creature  sing  ; 
Glory  to  our  Saviour  give, 

And  homage  to  our  King. 
Hallowed  be  his  name  beneath, 

As  in  heaven  on  earth  adored  ; 
Praise  the  Lord  in  every  breath, 

Let  all  things  praise  the  Lord. 


196 


New  Jerusalem,    C.  53. 


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l  The  New  Jerusalem  comes  down, Adorned  with  shining  grace. 


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ADVENT  HARP. 


197 


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Removes  his  blesl  «i.uiJe  ; 
Men  nro  the  ohjecis  ol'  his  love, 
And  iic  their  g^racious  Uo'l. 


6  How  lirig-ht  (he  vision  !  O,  how  Itmg 
bb  til  tlii8  g-hid  huur  dfiay  ? 


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6  "  nis  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the  lean 
h'roin  exery  ueeiniig'  eye  j 
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("ears. 
And  UcaLh  itself,  shall  die." 

Fiy  swifter  round,  ye  wlieeN  of  time. 
And  bring  the  .velcome  day  I 


198  Prayer  of  the  Church. 


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ADVENT   HARP. 


199 


1  How  long,  O  Lord  our  Savior, 
Wilt  tliou  remain  away  ? 

Our  iiearls  are  growing;  weary 
Of  thy  so  long  delay. 
O  when  shall  come  the  moment 
When,  brighter  far  than  morn, 
The  sunshine  of  thy  glory 
Shall  on  thy  people  dawn  ? 

2  How  long,  O  gracious  Master, 
Wilt  thou  thy  household  leave  1 
So  long  hast  thou  now  tarried, 
Few  thy  return  believe. 
Immers'd  in  sloth  and  folly. 
Thy  servants  Lord,  we  seej 
And  few  of  us  stand  ready 
With  joy  to  welcome  thee. 

3  How  long,   O  heav'nly  Bride- 

groom, 
Row  long  wilt  thou  delay  ? 
And  yet  how  few  are  grieving 
That  thou  dost  absent  stay  ! 
Thy  very  Bride  her  portion 
And  calling  hath  forgot, 
And  seeks  for  ease  and  glory 
Where  thou,  her  Lord,  art  not. 

4  O  wake  thy  slumbering  virgins  ; 
Send  forth  the  solemn  cry. 

Let  all  thy  saints  repeat  it, 
*'  The  Bridegroom  drawelh  nigh  I" 
May  all  our  lamps  be  burning, 
Our  loins  well  girded  be, 
Each  longing  heart  preparing 
With  joy  thy  face  to  see. 


The  Couflas^ratioii* 

1  The  clouds  at  length  are  break- 
ing; 
The  dav.n  will  soon  appear, 
And  "  Signs''  there's  no  mistaking, 
Proclaim  Messiah  nkar. 
Awake,  awake  from  sleeping. 
Attend  the  "  midnight  cry," 
Ve  saints,  refrain  from  weeping. 

VourGREATD.SLIVE Tver's  NIGH. 


2  The  morning  light  is  beaming  j 
The  "  day-star"  shines  on  high, 
Christ's  Heralds  are  proclaiming 
His  coming  in  the  sky ; 

And  earth's  eventful  story 
A  few  short  months  will  tell, 
The  righteous  rise  to  glory  } 
The  wicked  sink  to  hell.  * 

3  If  earth  and  all  her  treasure, 
Are  doom'd  to  fire  and  flame  j 
Her  Royal  pomp,  and  pleasure 

A  re  but  an  empty  name  !  , 

Her  Kings — herCrowns — herglorj  ; 
Her  Armies — Fleets — and  pride,  ' 
May  bubble  forth  her  story  ^ 

While  floating  down  the  tide. 

4  The  Ocean,  Oh  !  the  ocean, 

To  which  her  grandeurs  lend         ^ 
Now  foams  in  dreadful  motion,      ' 
Her  boast  and  pomp  to  end. 
See,  see,  the  flames  ascending, 
The  seas,  themselves  explode  ; 
The  clouds,-the  skies,  are  rending 
With  cries  of— 'God '— '  Oh!  God'P. 

5  Oh!  hear  the  sad  petition, 

'•  Rocks  crush  us  into  dust  j"  | 

Oh  !  pity  our  condition —  ' 

Or  damned  we  surely  must '  ' 

We  thought  that  we  were  wiser 
Than  'Pastors' — 'Saints,'  and  all 
Yet  Sinner — Sceptic — miser — 
Must  suffer  once  for  all. 
G  Ve  mortals  take  the  warning. 
Ten  thousand  calls  invite  ; 
Shouhl  you  neglect  THE  morn- 
ing 
Then  comes  the  doleful  night. 
INow  morc3''s  hand  extended. 
The  vilest  wretch  would  save; 
But  Oh!  if /Ais  be  ended 
You're  lost  beyond  the  grave. 

7  Great  Author  of  compassion, 
Redeemer— Saviour— friend — 
Oh  !  send  to  every  nation 
The  knowledge  of  ili  end  ; 
Fly  !  fl}'  on  '  wings  of  morning, 
V^e  who  the  truth  can  tell, 
And  sound  the  awful  warning, 
To  rescue  souls  from  hell. 


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8  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 
By  sin  and  sorrow  driven; 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals. 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls 
And  all  is  drear — but  heaven. 
4  There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye. 
To  brighter  prospects  given; 
It  views  the  tempest  passing  by. 
Sees  evening  shadows    quickly  fly. 
And  all  serene — in  heaven. 
6  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom. 
And  joys  supreme  are  given; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom:— 
Beyond  the  dark,  the  narrow  tomb 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

Human    Frailty. 

1  This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show. 

For  man's  probation  given; 
The  smiles  of  joy,  the  tears  of  wo, 
Deceitful  shine,  deceitful  flow; 

There's  nothing  true  as  heaven. 

2  Poor  wanderers  of  a  stormy  day. 

From  wave  to  wave  we'er  driven; 
And  fancy's  flash,  and  reason's  ray 
Serve  but  to  light  us  on  the  way; 

There's  nothing  bright  as  heaven, 

3  And  Where's  the  hand  held  out  to  cheer 

The  heart  with  anguish  riven? 
For  sorrow's  sigh,  and  trouble's  tear. 
Have  never  found  a  refuge  here; 

There's  nothing  kind  as  heaven. 

4  In  vain  do  mortals  sigh  for  bliss. 

Without  their  sins  forgiven: 
True  pleasure,  everlasting  peace. 
Are  only  found  in  God's  free  grace; 

There's  nothing  good  as  heaven. 

5  From  those  who  walk  in  wisdom's  way, 

Corroding  fears  are  driven; 
They're  wash'd  in  Christ's  atoning  blood. 
Enjoy  communion  with  their  God, 

And  find  their  way  to  heaven. 


202 


Eden  of  Love. 


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While  angelic  legions,  with  harps  tuned  celestial, 

Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise, 
The  saints,  as  they  flock  from  the  regions  terrestrial, 

In  loud  hallelujahs  their  voices  will  raise: 
Then  songs  to  the  Lamb  shall  re-echo  thro'  heaven. 
My  soul  will  respond,  To  Immanuel  be  given 
All  glory,  all  honor,  all  might  and  dominion, 
Who  brought  us  thro'  grace  to  the  Eden  of  Love. 

3 

Then  hail,  blessed  state !  hail,  ye  songsters'of  glory ! 

Ye  harpers  of  bliss,  soon  I'll  meet  you  above! 
And  join  your  full  choir  in  rehearsing  the  story, 
*'  Salvation  from  sorrow,  through  Jesus's  love:" 
Though  'prisoned  in  earth,  yet  by  anticipation, 
Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prelibation 
Of  joys  that  await  me,  when  freed  from  probation: 

My  heart's  now  in  Heaven,  the  Eden  of  Love. 


204 


Desire  to  see  Jesus. 


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Or  threatens  us  to-morrow, 

Hope  turns  our  eyes  away. 
On  wings  of  faith  ascending, 

We  see  the  land  of  light, 
And  feel  our  sorrows  ending, 

In  infinite  delight. 


ADVENT   HAKP.  205 

'Tis  true,  we  are  but  strangers, 

We  sojourn  here  below; 
And  countless  snares  and  dangers 

Surround  the  path  we  go; 
Though  painful  and  distressing. 

Yet  there's  a  rest  to  come  ; 
And  onward  sfill  we're  pressing, 

To  our  eternal  home. 


Tlie    Great    Physician. 

1  How  lost  was  my  condition, 

Till  Jesus  made  me  whole; 
There  is  but  one  Physician 

Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul; 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave. 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 

His  wondrous  power  to  save. 

2  The  worst  of  all  diseases 

is  light,  compared  with  sin; 
On  every  part  it  seizes. 

But  rages  most  within; 
'Tis  palsy,  plague,  and  fever, 

And  madness  all  combined; 
And  none  but  a  believer. 

The  least  relief  can  find. 

8  From  men  great  skill  professing, 

I  sought  a  cure  to  gain; 
But  this  proved  more  distressing. 

And  added  to  my  pain. 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me. 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost; 
Thus  every  refuge  failed  me. 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 
4  At  length  this  great  physician. 

How  matchless  is  his  grace! 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case; 
First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him. 

For  sin  mine  eyes  had  seal'd, 
Then  bade  me  look  unto  him; 

I  look'd — and  I  was  heal'd. 
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In  the  wavj  a  thousand  snares 

Lie  to  take  us  unawares; 

Satan,  with  malicious  art, 

Watches  each  uncjuarded  heart: 

But  from  Satan's  malice  free, 

Saints  shall  soon  in  glory  be; 

Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

*'  Child,  your  Father  calls,  Come  home." 

But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 

None  so  oft  misled  our  feet, 

None  betray  us  into  sin. 

Like  the  foes  that  dwell  within: 

Yet  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 

Christ  shall  also  conquer  these; 

Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

"  Child,  your  father  calls,  Come  homo." 


Joy  in  Hope. 

1  Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey  sweetly  sing; 
Sing  your  Savior's  worthy  praise. 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 
We  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod; 
They  are  blessed  now  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

2  Shout  ye  little  flock,  and  blest. 
You  near  Jesus  throne  shall  rest; 
There  your  seats  are  now  prepared, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 
Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 

On  the  borders  of  your  land: 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  son. 
Bids  you  undismay'd  go  on. 


208 


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The  penitent  confessed; 
Then  turned  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
And  thus  his  prayer  addressed; 

3  'Jesus  thou  Son  and  heir  of  heaven, 

'Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God, 
•I  see  thee  bathed  in  sweat  and  tears, 
'And  weltering  in  thy  blood. 

4  'Yet  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  wo, 

♦In  triumph  thou  shalt  rise, 
•Burst  through  the  gloomy  shades  of  death. 
And  shine  above  the  skies.' 


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6  <  Amid  ilie  glories  of  that  world,  ^ 

'Dear  Saviour,  ihink  on  me  ;  -It 

'  And  in  ihe  victories  of  thy  death,  «! 

May  I  a  sharer  be.'  '^ 

6  His  prayer  the  dying  Jesus  heard, 
And  instantly  replied, 
'  To-day  thy  parting  soul  shall  be 
With  me  in  paradise.' 


SnlTerinss  of  Christ* 


1  Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 

And  did  my  Jesus  die? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity!  grace  unknown! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ  the  glorious  Saviour  died, 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness. 

And  melt  mine  eyes  in  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


210 


Free  Grace. 


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2  This  fountain  so  clear,  3  O  Jesus!  ride  on, 

In  which  all  may  find  pardon,  Thy  kingdom  is  glorious. 
From  Jesus'  side  flows  Over  sin,  death  and  hell 

In  plenteous  redemption:  Thou  wilt  make  us  victorious, 

Tho'yoursins  they  were  raised  Thy  name  shall  be  praised 
As  high  as  a  mountain,  In  the  great  congregation. 

The  blood  it  flows  freely  And  saints  shall  delight 

From  Jesus,  the  fountain.        Ascri/'»'.ng  salvation. 
Hallelujah,  ^c.  Hallelujah,  ifC. 

4  When  on  Zion  we  stand 

Having  gain'd  the  blest  shore 

With  our  harps  in  our  hands 

We  will  praise  him  evermore. 

We  will  range  the  blest  flelds 

<*n  the  banks  of  the  river, 

Alid  sing  hallelujahs 

For  ever  and  ever. 
Hallelujah,  ^c 


212 


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2  Farewell,  my  friends,  time  rolls  along, 
Nor  waits  for  mortals'  care  or  bliss; 

I  leave  you  here,  and  travel  on. 
Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 
ril  march,  SfC. 

3  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love; 

Yet  we  believe  his  gracious  word. 
We  all  shall  meet  him  soon  above. 
/'//  march,  ^c. 

4  Farewell,  old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 
You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heaven; 

You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross. 
Fight  on,  the  crown  will  soon  be  given. 
ril  march,  ^c. 
Fight  on,  ^-c. 

5  Farewell,  poor  careless  sinners  too, 
It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here. 

Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you; 
0  turn,  and  find  salvation  near. 
ril  march,  S^c. 
O  turn^  ^-c. 


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1.  O  turn  ye,  0   turn  ye,  for  why  will  ye    die? 

2.  Come  now  to  the  banquet  and  make  no  delay. 


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zdz 


«»- 


^: 


Since  God  in  great  mercy   is      com-ing    so    nigh;  Since 
For  Christ  bids  you  welcome,  he  bids  you  to-day:  Come 

— ^--r-s-  »-^-to T-zl "  if!1~z"i'~zz:f  :x 

tzpjz^z  z^z_J:i^z:1z  z?5_-_t.. . 

Eztz:t=±:?zf:fzi^:±:|zz^£:l 


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z^z=^z=^::|: 

ztz 


Ej^^zpigE^zgz^ipgzgz^? 


Je  -  sus     in  -  vites  you,  the    Spir  -  it    says,  Come,  And 
wretched,  come,  starving,  come  just  as    you     be.    While 


:tzzz[z:i:?zz-zz::i:qz:z]_n._ 


:^-:: 


r[z=:[ziz:?:±J:: 


-^_. 


±12^: 


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:ijzz:]:t^z^z?z: 


iaz=E3^3: 


tzaiz 


I    an-gcl3    aiewait-ing     to    welcome    jou       liome. 
streams  of  pal -va- lion  are   flow-ing    so         free. 


r-r  Q 


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ADVENT   HARP.  215 

"  O  turn  yc,  O  ttu-n  ye,  for  wliy  w^ill  ye  die." 

1  O  turn  ye,  O  turn  ye,  for  why  will  you  die, 
When  God  in  great  mercy  is  coming  so  nigh? 
Now  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says,  Come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

2  How  vain  the  delusion,  that  while  you  delay, 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  staying  away ; 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just  as  you  be 
While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  so  free. 

5  And  now  Christ  is  ready  your  souls  to  receive, 
O  how  can  you  question,  if  you  will  believe? 
If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not  come? 
Tis  you  he  bids  welcome;  he  bids  you  come  home. 

4  In  riches,  in  pleasures,  what  can  you  obtain, 
To  soothe  your  affliction,  or  banish  your  pain? 
To  bear  up  your  spirit  when  summon'd  to  die, 
Or  take  you  to  Christ  in  the  clouds  of  the  sky. 

5  Why  will  you  be  starving  and  feeding  on  air? 
There's  mercy  in  Jesus,  enough  and  to  spare; 
If  still  you  are  doubting,  make  trial  and  see, 
And  prove  that  his  mercy  is  boundless  and  free. 

6  Come, give  us  your  hand,  and  the  Savior  your  heart, 
And  trusting  in  Heaven,  we  never  shall  part; 

O  how  can  we  leave  you?  why  will  you  not  come; 
We'll  journey  tog^^ther,  anc'  ^oon  be  at  home. 


216 


Jordan's  stormy  Banks. 


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t:  :*z±:zztiji;z:  ti-ziM. 


A=fcl?£5^ 


^—^-■^^ 


1.  On  Jordan's    stormy  banks    I    stand.    And 

2.  There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail.        On 

_zf  Jz<?z:  :^— » — ^T-€t-  -o — # — J~l"" J 


^ 


^it^inz^ 


:q^:^_^_^_i_- 


cast    a  wishful  eye,         To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
trees  im-mor-tal     grow ;  There  rocks  and  liills  and  brooks  and  vale, 

i 8^-1 \ ^-^—V-—\- 


ZZZZZZ^tSZT^ZZ 


17^ 


E3zij^:^I:?3iSf5^l^5^=^ 


:±:z:^z:izz:B!z: 


Where  my  possessions      he. 

z-z;z]^:^z:^z:fzp^z^ 


:jizrAz::^X 


0,    the  transporting, 
All  o'er  those  wide  ex - 


With  milk  and  honey     flow. 
T '^""^ZI'^Z'ZZIZZZ" 

z??z:  i^zi^rt -^-f  «--«J-f -- 

_^_i^ — ^ J- -I ■-1^ — 


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ADVENT   HARP. 


217 


rapturous  scene,  That  ri  -  ses     To     ray  sight!     Sweet 


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tend-ed  plains,  Shines  one    e  -  ter  -  nal     day;       There 


t^^M 


fields  array'd  in  liv-ing  green.  And  rivers   of  delight. 
God  the  Son  for-ev-er  reigns,  And  scatters  night  away. 

.^  —  A ^ft  — ^—  ■  ir  —■'-■■■ 


ZZZZZ^ZJI 

-i — I — ^—y^- 


;zi?ziZi^z3zizit:!t==C:1^f#^ft 


^5 

Prospect  of  Heaven. 


No  chilling  winds,  or  poisonous  breath 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death. 

Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 
When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place. 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face. 

And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 
Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 

Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 
There  on  those  high  and  flowery  plaini, 

Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire; 
But  in  perpetual,  joyful  strains, 

Redeeming  love  admire. 


218 


What  sound  is  this. 


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:/»: 


n 


1.  What  sound  is     this     salutes     my     ear?  'Tis 

2.  Be-hold    the    fair      Je  -  ru  -  sa-lem,      11 


z^_iB^_d:iji!:  :z!_^_^.^-:  :^_q-^ 


zzzBiz?:? 


i^zzzz:t:z:±__-_u-u-L^- 


#+#-•-• 


•-•F 

t^E 


Gabriel's  trump  methinics  I  hear/Tis  Gabriel's  trjmp  metiiinks  I  hearj 

J B — a?j.^_^_gi 1 K_K 

lu  -  mi  -  nated  by  the  Lamb,  Il-lu-mi-nated  by  the  Lamb, 


.  .  -T "^  •-itzrtrtrrti±?z*ztE 


)-t=t=t: 


— 4-— ^-^-g^-^-f^g-i — -^-|-g-f#--#- — - — -f 

The  expected  day  has  come.  Behold  the  heav'ns,the 


■  ■  -  -^—  -I — — — ^ 

In      glo-ry  doth  ap-pear.  Fair    Zi-on    rising 


ADVENT   HARP.  219 


earth, the  sea.  Proclaim  the  year   of     Ju  -  bi  -  lee,    Pro- 


^•-- 


1-:^ 


P 


:ai-^:±-p 


?r:^tr(3=5=--^=Pf 


?^Ei:m 


t=:U= 


-=t=:i:*i^i 


from  the  tombs,  To  meet  the  Bridegroom, lo  I  he  comes, To 


0-O- 


^lEiJ^ifeEEEE; 


t3r3t=l=J=t::±=-:*=?*-*I?^ 


claim  the  year  of    Ju-bi-lee,     Re-turn,  ye    exiles,  home. 
meet  the  Bridegroom,  lo!  he  comes,  And  hails  ihe  fes-tive  year. 

:!z=:[zzrzz[z:±fz?z?:l-tFlt=:t^:?~?±t=:f5 

3  My  soul  is  striving  to  be  there; 
I  long  to  rise  and  wing  the  air. 

And  trace  the  sacred  road. 
Adieu,  adieu,  all  earthly  things; 

0  that  I  had  an  angel's  wings, 
I'd  quickly  see  my  God. 

4  Fly,  lingering  moments,  fly,  0  fly, 

1  thirst,  I  pant,  I  long  to  try. 
Angelic  joys  to  prove! 

Soon  shall  1  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
Clap  my  glad  wings  and  soar  away, 
And  shout  redeeming  love. 


220  Sons  of  Zioii. 


-«' 


1.  Come,all  ye  sons  of  Zion,Who  are  waiting  for  salvation, 


2.  0  what  a  happy  meeting, When  salvation  is  completed 


ii 


Have  your  lamps  trim'd  and  burning. For,behoId  ihe  proclamation. 


zQzi'zbztzziijzzi 

And  tribulation's  ended,  And  the  spotless  robe  prepared, 


^"■[zz^ztzztztzijz: 

iZlZ-l  I I Z_ZI 


Saying,"All  things  now  are  ready  For  the  poor  and  for  the  needy  j 

o^i'r»-^-9-^j^ — i:;^-^T#""fzSzfiZZz: 

lbzEEz-zEzEltztz=i 


:=Bt 


IlZCIZZZZIZZtlXi 


::tz: 


:=t: 


For  tne  Bride  to  be  adorn'd,         In  the  jasper  wall  be  crowned, 


, IH-B 1 T 


:jzzizziizp:i 


E3i:q333 


.|zztz:iz:zizzf:_^-j...^-B- — 9-^9-0-9-9 

All  mv  fatlinirs   now  are  kiii'd,  And  pre-par-ed  on  the  table. 

-^-«--«~^-»-T''=^-« -T0—9 — . — rr^'^^m — 


._'_„_it±rJ 


crtmzil: 


-itrttprpzar* 


trt 

Saying,  "Worthy  is  the  Lamb,"   In  the   new  Je  -  ru-sa 

4  O  sinners,  don't  be  be  doubting, 
While  the  sons  of  God  are  shouting  j 
Come  and  join  the  happy  army, 
And  there's  nothing  that  will  harm  you. 
If  you  follow  Christ  the  Savior, 
And  break  off  your  bad  behavior, 
And  repent  and  be  converted, 
You  may  sing  his  praises  too. 


00 

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i 


The  Cliariot. 


221 


-»T-0-T^ 


1.  The  chariot!  the  chariot!  its  wheels  roll  in  five, 

2.  The  glo-ry,    the   glory  around  him  are  pour'd. 


.^_C 


e-^=^T 


zzzt^t'zzkz^.ttiA 


o-^—. 


Zi^z£pz|zztzpz|zz{zt^:^t4-a/ztiEr 


As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of  his  ire;  Lo, self-moving  it 
Mighty  hosts  of  the  angels  that  wait  on  the  Lord;  And  the  glorified 


^A^^m*VE^~ 


drives  on  its  pathwuy  of  cloud,  And  the  heav'ns  with  the  burden  of  God- 

jhead  are  bow'd 
saints  and  the  martyrs  are  'IierCjAnd  there  all  who  the  palm-wreaths  of 

^  [victory  wear 

'•-7--t! — --«T — --arfS— . ^^T ■— 


Q9  e    O  (»  9 

i:tzt:it:«=- 


izpz^i[z:i:piz:^:«xp:q=z,;z=:|:- 

3  The  trumpet!  the  trumpet!  the  dead  have  all  heard; 
Lo,  the  depths  of  the  stone-covered  charnel  are  stirr'ii* 
ii^om  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the  south,  from  the 
Aii  the  vast  generations  of  men  are  come  forth,  [north, 

4  The  judgment!  the  judgment!  the  thrones  are  all  set. 
Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white  vested  elders  are  met. 
There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in    the  sight  of  the  Lord, 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 

5  O  mercy!  0  mercy!  look  down  from  above; 
Great  Creator,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with  love; 
When  beneath  to  their  darkness  the  wicked  are  driven. 
May  our  justified  souls  find  a  ransom  in  heaven. 

15 


Jtidgmeiit. 

—75 ^ — j — T'7^ — T~t~i — I — ^'*'~iT~ti — n 


1.  0  there  will  be  mourning, mourning,mourning,mourning, 


2.  O  *'aerr  will  be  mourning,mourning,mourning, mourning, 

=ifebEafeEiEEtE?E*iEEEEt 


0  there  will  be  mourning  at  the  judgment  seat  of  Christ. 


0  there  will  be  mourning  at  the  judgment  seat  of  Christ 


E_K_t^_^. 


-h- 


zjzi^z^ziilz-izzzzqziiqiqzzizqzzliijzilzirzc 


Parents  and  children  there  will  part,  Parents  and  children  there  will  part, 


3E3E5?PS 


It 


z?i^E3?! 


Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part.  Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part, 


E^isiiaddrfiprfr 


2t£3Ct* 


^tEEE?^ 


ADVENT   HARP. 


223 


Parents  and  children  there  will  part,  Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 
Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part,  Will  part  to  meet  no  more.* 


3 
O  there  will  be  mourning,  mourning,  8lc. 
Brothers  and  sisters  there  will  part,  &c. 
4 
O  there  will  be  mourning,  mourning,  &c. 
Friends  and  neighbors  there  will  part,  &C. 
5 
O  there  will  be  mourning,  mourning,  &c. 
Pastors  and  people  there  will  part,  &c« 
6 
O  there  will  be  mourning,  mourning,  Slo. 
Devils  and  sinners  there  will  meet, 
Will  meet  to  part  no  more. 
7 
O  there  will  be  shouting,  shouting,  && 
Saints  and  angels  there  will  meet, 
Will  meet  to  part  no  more. 


224 


Home. 


Dolce. 


1.  Oh!  land  of  rest,  for  thee  1  sigh, When  will  the  moment  corrie, 


=p_:  :fep_S-^  S^^_^_J:.  .jii..st^S-%  -d\ 

When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  by,  And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 


zpziffz^^^iiMiilz-: 


fc-Szt-t::sz(^z 


.+.^_i,zizzt:±gz^za^z^l  :-£z:tzi:zzj:i-_d:| 


'-i»^'d--M — :^- 


:_x^_-!i_'__'_i jzix-^--^ — ^ — 0 

2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  1  know, 

No  peaceful  sheltering  dome; 
This  world's  a  wilderness  of  wo, 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 

3  To  Jesus  Christ  I  sought  for  rest, 

He  bade  me  cease  to  roam; 

And  fly  for  succor  to  his  breast, 

And  he'd  conduct  me  home. 

4  I  would  at  once  have  quit  this  place. 

Where  foes  in  fury  roam, 
But  ah!  my  passport  was  not  sealed, 
1  could  not  yet  go  home. 

5  When  by  afflictions  sharply  tried, 

I  view  the  gaping  tomb; 
Although  I  dread  death's  chilling  flood, 
Yet  still  I  s>gh  for  home. 

6  Weary  of  wandering  round  and  round. 

This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom; 
I  long  to  leave  th'unhallowed  ground, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 


I  would  not  live  alway.         225 


would  not  live     alway:   1     ask  not    to         stay, 
would  not  live     alway:  No — welcome  the  tomb, 


9±^:f:i:Si?z?::: 


^MStEbEESiEEi^i^E^ 


-0- 


Where  storm  af 
Sice      Je  -  sus 


-ff-    -if-    .0—  -fli-    -9-      -a- 

ter  storm      ris  -    es     o'er      the    dark    way 
has     lain  there,     I     dread     not     its   gloom 

^z=ir-j:z]==q^=t:q:=^=| 

I     r  aJ  •    ii^     _  j^2 


ritTqzinzzniJiirJziJ: 


--ii-±^r^-A- 


The    few    lu    -  rid  mornings  that  dawn    on 
There,  sweet  be  my    rest,  till    he      bid     me 


lzgzl±:gzglzgg:StL5~E 


enough     for  life's  woes,  full  enough     for      its      cheer, 
hail     him  in     triumph        de-scend  -  ing         the       skies. 


-& — ®- 


X-- 


Who,  who  would  live  aKvay,  away  from  his  God  ? 
Away  from  his  kingdom,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  rivers  of  pleasure  How  o'er  the  bright  plains, 
And  liic  noon-tide  of  glory  etermilly  reigns  ; 

Where  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Savior  and  brethren,  transported  to  greet? 
Where  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul. 


226  The  Harvest  Home. 


1.  Though    in     the  outward  church  below,       The 


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— ^— 


wheat  and  tares  togeth-er  grow;      Je  -  sus  ere  long  will 


weed  the       crop,  And  pluck  the  trees  m      an-ger   up. 


~i 1— 


*^^=ii=p=?3:i^^ 


:^z=:«Lzi:^ 


Cliorus. 


unorws.     _    -^ ^ 

For         soon  the    reap    -  ing         time       will     como, 


=5E3r-?E^rmf 


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And       an  -    gels    shout     the         har-vest  home. 


giijf.ii^ijliii 


ADVENT   HARP.  227 

Harvest  Home. 

1  Tliough  in  the  outward  church  below, 
The  wheat  and  tares  together  grow; 
Jesus  ere  long  will  weed  the  crop, 
And  pluck  the  tares  in  anger  up. 

CHORUS. 

For  soon  the  reaping  time  will  come. 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest  home. 

2  Will  it  relieve  their  horrors  there, 
To  recollect  their  stations  here; 

How  much  they  heard,  how  much  they  knew 
How  much  among  the  wheat  they  grew? 
For  soon  the  reaping  time  will^  S^c. 

3  No!  this  will  aggravate  their  case, 
They  perish'd  under  means  of  grace. 
To  them  the  word  of  life  and  faith 
Became  an  instrument  of  death. 

For  soon  the  reaping  time  ivillj  8fc. 

4  We  seem  alike  when  thus  we  meet. 
Strangers  might  think  we  all  were  wheat. 
But  to  the  Lord's  all-searching  eyes, 
Each  heart  appears  without  disguise. 

For  soon  the  reaping  time  ivill,  Sfc. 

5  The  tares  are  spared  for  various  ends, 
Some  for  the  sake  of  praying  friends: 
Others  the  Lord,  against  their  will, 
Employs  his  counsels  to  fulfil. 

For  soon  the  reaping  time  loill,  Sfc. 

6  But  though  they  grow  so  tall  and  strong, 
His  plan  will  not  require  them  long; 

In  harvest,  when  he  saves  his  own, 
The  tares  shall  into  hell  be  thrown. 
For  soon  the  reaping  time  willy  Sfc» 

7  Oh!   awful  thought,  and  is  it  so.^ 
Must  all  mankind  the  harvest  know? 
Is  every  man  a  wheat  or  tare  ? 

Me,  for  that  harvest,  Lord,  prepare. 
For  svou  thtf    eaping  time  tcillf  Sfc, 


228  Saint's  Sweel  Home. 


1.  Mid  scenes  of  con-fu-sion  and    creature  com- 


$z 


IfEWE^zlz^^ 


kv  sweet  to  my 


plaints.  How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  com-mun-ion  with  saints; 

\-m-'^-^  IF  r  r-i-i — ^-i— f-i 1— i-tp^f 


-i»*-J^Li — ^—^^ -L *-- *- — ^ 

To     find     at    the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room,  And 

ipEI^^±5fSEH^ESS=5rp3 


,^ 


3i^ 


.^     i^ 


^ziz?zz?ztdz::3r 


^«^ 


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feel    in  the  presence   of     Jesus  at  liome.  Home,  home,sweei,svveel 

__| ^-l-i p.-\ l-i^- 


— ^ — _j__f^.  -,- — v~^ ' 


-+-(—8-1 — r  -&\-\-9- 


home,  Prepare  me,  dear  Savior,  for   glo-ry,  my  home. 

zpzizpEEf^"z5HE^?zi:t£:3=3^J?zFf 


ADVENT  HARP.  229 

Saint's  Siveet  Home* 

2 
Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of  peace! 
And  thrice  precious  Jesus  whose  love  cannot  cease, 
Though  oit  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roam, 
I  long  to  behold  thee,  in  glory  at  home. 

CHORUS. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  homey 

Prepare  me,  dear  Savior,  for  glory,  my  home. 
3 
I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free, 
Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with  thee; 
Tho'  now  my  temptations  like  billows  may  foam, 
All,  all  will  bo  peace, when  I'm  with  thee  at  home. 

Home,  home,  siveet,  sweet  home,  S^c. 
4 
While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 

0  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day; 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  1  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

Home,  home,  siveet,  sweet  home,  6fc. 

5 
Whate'er  thou  deniest,  O  give  me  thy  grace, 
The  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy  face; 
Indulge  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy  throne. 
And  find  even  now  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home,  S^c. 

6 

1  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shine, 
No  more  as  an  exile,  in  sorrow  to  pine, 

4nd  in  thy  dear  image,  arise  from  the  tomb. 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee,  at  Home. 
Home,  home,  siveet,  sweet  home, 
Receive  me,  dear  Savior,  in  glory,  my  horn* 


230 


Star  of  Bethlehem. 


a OBV — '       fi^ 

I.  When  marshall'd    on     the     night-Iy   plain,  The 
star     a -lone,    of       all     the  train,  Can 


:sz=±±?z=^ 


-^-J 


one      a- lone,  the     Sav  -  ior  speaks, It 
l<tt  time.  2d  time. 


glittering  hosts   be  -  stud  the  sky.  One 
fix     the  sin-  ner's 


wandering  eye; 


i^iiiiig^ji 


is     the   star     of 


Beth-le-hem. 


^-T—e — ^ — » ^T-0 — ^ — # ^T 

zt=±zE=^zzt^t=z?zlzE=^z=£ 


cho-rus    breaks,  From 

W=t::r—p—z^ZT 


ev'    -    ry       host,     from        ev'     -    ry     gem;     But 


1- 


:zr^; 


ADVENT   HARP.  231 

Sia.1-  of  Betlileliem. 

2  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode. 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark. 
The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 

The  wind  that  toss'd  my  foundering  bark. 
Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death  struck — I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem: 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 

It  bade  my  dark  foreboding  cease; 
And  thro'  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
Now  safely  moor'd — my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing  first  in  night's  diadem. 
Forever  and  forevermore. 

The  Star — the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

Tlie  CKristian  and  tlie  Cross* 

1  I'm  cot  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
Who  lives  by  angels  now  adored; 
That  Jesus  who  once  died  for  me. 
Who  bore  my  sins  in  agony. 

2  I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  his  laws. 
Nor  to  defend  his  noble  cause, 

The  way  he's  gone,  is  lined  with  blood, 
O  may  I  tread  the  steps  he  trod. 

3  I'm  not  ashamed  his  name  to  bear. 
With  those  who  his  disciples  were: 
Christian,  sweet  name!  its  worth  I  view, 
O  may  I  wear  the  nature  too. 

4  I'm  not  ashamed  to  bear  my  cross. 
For  which  I  count  all  things  but  dross; 
Whate'er  I'm  bid  to  do  or  say, 
When  Christ  commands,  I  will  obey. 

5  I'm  not  ashamed  to  be  despised, 
By  those  who  ne'er  religion  prized: 
Nor  will  I  prove  to  Christ  untrue. 
For  all  that  men  can  say  or  do. 

6  This  world's  vain  honors  will  I  shun. 
The  narrow  way  to  life  I'll  run; 
That  this  at  last  my  boast  may  be, 
My  Savior's  not  ashamed  of  me. 


232 


Lord!  remember  me. 


1.  Je  -  sus!    thou  art    the 
Oh,    Lord!    re-mem-ber 


;=^ 


"^ — 0.:  i-^-? ^  0  -^ — ^-  - — I — H- 

■I 1 ! — h-^-  --« — «-  — * — l-d- 


^-.  *' 

sinner's  Friend,  As 


bow-els      of  thy  love.  Oh,  Lord!  re-mem  -  ber    me. 
bow-els      of  thy  love.  Oh,  Lord!  re-mem  -  ber   me. 


2  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace, 

Remember  Calvary; 
Remember  all  thy  dymg  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

3  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God! 

J  yield  myself  to  tliee  ; 
Wliile  thou  art  silting  on  thy  throne, 
Oh,  Lord  !  remember  me. 

4  I  own  I'm  guilty,  own  I'm  vile, 

Yet  thy  salvation's  free: 
Then,  in  thy  ail-abounding  grace. 
Oh,  Lord  !  remember  me. 

5  Howe'er  forsaken  or  distressed, 

Howe'er  oppressed  1  be, 
Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth. 
Do  thou  remember  me. 

6  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

And  creature  helps  all  flee, 
Then,  oh  my  great  Redeemer,  God ! 
1  pray,  remember  me. 


Escape  for  thy  life. 


233 


zi::S::?±tiEtt=t=-i:S::=IEzEi:tz=t: 


I 


1.  See  Sodom  wrapt  in  fire!  And  hark, what  piercing  shrieks! 

-^ — 


3nrs::pip=qi::1z:i);T:qz=].Tqr:li:g=5=p:|: 


Those  daring  rebels  now  expire,  For  God  injustice  speaks. 


-H=|F-I=-  '^-^-  ;r~'!~r~1tg~^~i'^~^t 


^_^X J. 


-LS>-0— 


2  O  sinner,  mark  thy  fate! 

Soon  will  the  Judge  appear; 
And  then  thy  cries  will  come  too  late; 
Too  late  for  God  to  hear. 

3  Thy  day  of  mercy  gone, 

The  Spirit  grieved  away, 
Thy  cup,  long  filling,  now  o'eiflown. 
Demands  the  vengeful  day. 

4  Thy  God,  insulted,  seems 

To  draw  his  glittering  sword; 
And  o'er  thy  guilty  head  it  gleams, 
To  vindicate  his  word. 

5  One  only  hope  I  see; 

Oh,  sinner,  seize  it  now, — 
The  blood  that  Jesus  shed  for  thee! 
No  other  hope  hast  thou. 


234      The  Lord  is  our  Shepherd, 


l:_i_. — ^ — I 1 — J_; — ^ -I — L 


^^z-Sz-^-i-fT^—^— -^-:; 


1.  The       Lord 


is         our       Shep  -  herd,   our 

—'^~r~l~\ — ! — \~~i^ — f — \~- 


_Z|_q — — |.TZ — ^_3_^_I^      ^   ^^x  zj_     ] 

guardian  and  guide;     What  -  ev   -  er  we    want,  he  will 


kind  -   -  ly      pro  -  vide.  To  th'sheep  of         his 


:E:f=:t:=tz±=3=c;Jzp-i=t=:C= 


^=^=^-- 


.=.r±:r-eEE^Ef;EE=gE;| 


-^— 


-0-- 


His 


pas  -  ture      his         mer  -  cies         a  -  bound. 

g^± p. 1 j 3- F^ 1- 

— (g 0 1 h — I [—  j    —  - — ^ — 3 1 


z-?z#riz:fii^zHz:srE^z^-z3z=tSzf|: 
±zUzt:zt5tztz?zx::ttz^?z:^:t:?zt!: 

care  and    pro  -  tec-tion   his      flock     will  sur-round. 


t— r-r- 


-s> — s— 


. . — .  I  I       ,«-  JL    _.. 


t=^: 


-0- 


Mm 


ADVENT   HARP.  23\ 

Our  Sliepliertlt 

o 

The  Lord  is  our  Shepherd;  what  then  shall  we 

fear, 
What  danger  can  frighten  us  while  he  is  near? 
Not  when  the  time  calls  us  to  walk  thro'  the  vale 
Of  the  shadow  of  death,  shall  our  hearts  ever  fail 

3 
Tho'  afraid  of  ourselves,  to  pursue  the  dark  way, 
Thy  rod  and  thy  staff  be  our  comfort  and  stay; 
For  we  know  by  thy  guidance, when  once  it  is  pastj 
To  a  fountain  of  life  it  will  bring  us  at  last. 

4 
The  Lord  is  become  our  salvation  and  song, 
His  blessings  have  follow'd  us  all  our  life  long; 
His  name  will  we  praise  while  we  have  any  breath 
Be  cheerful  in  life,  and  be  happy  in  death 

Zion  Prosperous* 

1  On  the  mountain 's  top  appearing, 

Lo,  the  sacred  herald  stands  ; 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion  long  in  hostjle  lands  : 

Mournmg  captive, 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful, 

All  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved? 

Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 

By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved? 

Cease  thy  mourning, 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee ! 

He  himself  appears  tiiy  friend, 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee  ; 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end  I 

Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  vouchsafes  to  send. 

4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  tbee, 

All  thy  warfare  now  is  past, 
God,  thy  Saviour,  shall  defend  thee, 
Peace  and  joy  are  come  at  last ; 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest. 


236 


Luther's  Hymn. 


EfiiiSEi^Eii 


1.  Great  God, what  do      I      see  and  hear'.  The 
The  Judge  of    man     I      see    appear.    On 


^^ESEEEi 


^eiiEgsg 


-i — I — 


Ot 


:=lit:: 


zt: 


:=^z:i: 


ESEEt-i 


^ 


.._^- 


end     of    things  ere     -     a     -     ted!  ,    ^j^^      trumpet 
clouds  of      glo  -  ry         seat  -    ed  •  ' 


zgzJz^TZZ«z4: 


zzdzifff: 


::^z^: 


'T 


-H O* 


-& 


zzszzz 


^?E§ii^ili= 


sounds;  the  graves  re  -  store  The     dead  which  they  con  - 

ztzmlzzi^z^-  •'izizzzzzxzzzzzziz^zzizii 


^f^f-gllgiggSE 


tain'd  be-fore:    Prepare,    my  soul,    to 


meet     him. 


:pzz 


:z:tfizt::±:^=l 


ADVENT   HARP.  237 

Judgment. 

1 

Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear! 

The  end  of  things  created! 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated; 
The  trumpet  sounds;   the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contain'd  before: 

Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  him. 

2 

The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise, 

At  the  last  trumpet's  sounding, 
Caught  up  to  meet  him  in  the  skies, 

With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding 
No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay 
His  presence  sheds  eternal  day 

On  those  prepared  to  meet  him. 

3 

But  sinners,  fill'd  with  guilty  fears. 

Behold  his  wrath  prevailing, 
For  they  shall  rise,  and  find  their  tears 

And  siorhs  are  unavailing: 
The  day  of  grace  is  past  and  gone; 
Trembling  they  stand  before  the  throne, 

All  unprepared  to  meet  him. 

4 

Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear! 

The  end  of  things  created! 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated: 
Beneath  his  cross  I  view  the  day 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away 

And  thus  prepare  to  meet  him. 
16 


238  Wandering  Pilgrims. 


--# 


:Az=i:zz?±zEi=ti=f=— z?z?±ztzzti=l 

1.  Wandering    pilgrims,      mourn-ing    Christians, 


=zAzEEi^lit=EE 


zzzzzziz!!!:3zzT::1zzni:zlz|:zliz:i1^Tzpz::z[: 


±ZM 


ZtZZ^ZTZZ_Z?I  _Z?Z 


:«'zzi^z: 


Weak  and    tempted  Lambs  of  Christ,  Who  en-dure  great 


=gzi_| — Ui:- 


-  „« — «_  J.-^  _i_^ 1^ 


=fc!?~  -z*=^-  -^E^^z-  ^i=^-^  ^==z-§t 

d  with  sin    are     sore    distress'd 

zz:^zIp=^:S=^&] 
=zlizilzzz:?:±:fzz?:r4iJ 


trib     Ti     -    la  -  tion,  And  with  sin    are     sore    distress'd, 


wnai 


B *-+-t- 


-#-+#---^ 

-(P- 


^     ^     ^       _       '.0JL-0-L.Q     -0-LM^z^i-: 

zE^EiE^EEiEEE^E?EEEi»E 

Christ  hath  sent    me         to      in  -    vite    you.  To      a 


z(z=:t--^ 


tzz 


^ZTIZ/gZZpZI-ZZ^ZT 

tzfEEEzEitE^Ei 


TI^ZZ^ 


ttz= 


-* — • 

17t=t=±  .  _ 

rich  and      cost-  ly  feast;    Let  not   shame  or  pride  pre  - 


ADVENT  HARP. 


239 


zijz=n=Tzi!=qqiTz::Ji=it:x 


:i: 


^ 


:w~ 


-k^- 


t?5t 


i 


vent  you,  Come,    the  rich     pro  -  vi  -  sion   taste. 


-—^Zl-fiZZTt 


W- 


ESESE^^^f 


'9 1 — 

:f==t: 


tit: 


-10- 
-V— 


2  If  you  have  a  heart  lamenting 

And  bemoan  your  wretched  case, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ,  repenting, 

He  will  give  you  gospel  grace: 
If  you  wan*  a  heart  to  fear  him. 

Love  and  serve  him  here  below; 
With  3'our  troubles  now  draw  near  him, 

He  the  blessing  will  bestow. 

3  If,  like  poor  Bartimeus  blinded. 

You  bewail  the  want  of  sight, 
Cry  to  Jesus,  son  of  David, 

He  will  give  you  gospel  light: 
If  no  one  appear  to  help  you. 

All  their  efibrts  prove  but  talk  : 
Jesus  ready  waits  to  heal  you. 

He  will  bid  you  rise  and  walk. 

4  If,  like  Peter,  you  are  sinking 

In  the  sea  of  unbelief; 
Wait  with  patient,  constant  praying, 

Christ  M'ill  grant  you  sweet  relief. 
Are  you  weary,  heavy  laden  ? 

He  will  give  you  sweet  repose; 
Bear  his  light  and  easy  burden, 

He  shall  conquer  all  your  foes. 

5  He  will  give  you  grace  and  glory, 

All  your  wants  shall  be  supplied  : 
Canaan,  Canaan,  lies  before  you, 

Rise,  and  cross  the  swelling  tide. 
Death  shall  not  destroy  your  comfort, 

Christ  shall  guide  you  thro'  the  gloom^ 
Down  he'll  send  an  heavenly  convoy. 

To  convey  you  to  his  home. 


240  Lift  your  Heads. 


1,   Lift     your  heads,    ye     friends     of       Je     -     sus, 
Christ     to        all      be  -    liev    -  ers       pre  -    cious, 

9_i-^ztz—-j~^zl^-z:  ~Fiz=tz=rp=zzp=; : 
— -4:tz=i:3z=:_z=^zizEz=ztzizti-=t=i 


Partners    in 


his    patience  here 
Lord  of  lords,  shall  soon    appear 

— I -] — I — f-Zj^. 

1 :rt-aJ !■ 


iszs'ziz*?: 


-k-- 


-zzzp-ti=5^ 

zi  i^z^^^zfzz?:] 

i  Mark  the  to -kens, 

j-F-^-| — I 1 — 

f:[=-ld=-tzzE:: 


:±z:zzCTzz:' 


— ^ ^-Z_ 


Mark      the  to  -  kens,      Mark    the         to  -  kens 


0 


-V- 


^ZZZ^] 


0 Q—^ 1 1 ^-p: ^ m 9- 

EEESrZlzfESEEtEZEEEEE: 


— ^-^ — m — T^-A ad-»-+-i 


:q: 


=t 


t==::t: 


ZI^ZI 


of         his     heaven    -  ly  king  -  dom      near 

1^ —  Msm^ iBv^ , — — - 


® 


2  Hear  all  nature's  groans  proclaiming 
Nature's  swift  approaching  doom! 
War,  and  pestilence,  and  famine. 
Signify  the  wrath  to  come; 

Cleaves  the  centre. 
Nations  rush  into  the  tomb. 


If 


HARP.  241 

3  Close  behind  the  tribulation 

Of  the  last  tremendous  days, 
See  the  flaming  Revelation! 
See  the  universal  blaze! 

Earth  and  heaven 
Melt  before  the  Judge's  face. 

4  Sun  and  moon  are  both  confounded, 

Darken'd  into  endless  night, 
When  with  angel-hosts  surrounded. 
In  his  Father's  glory  bright, 

Beams  the  Savior, 
Shines  the  everlasting  light. 

5  See  the  stars  from  heaven  falling ! 

Hark  !  on  earth  the  doleful  cry! 
Men  on  rocks  and  mountains  calling. 
While  the  frowning  Judge  draws  nigh; 

Hide  us,  hide  us. 
Rock  and  mountains,  from  his  eye! 

6  With  what  different  exclamation 

Shall  the  saints  his  banner  see! 
By  the  monuments  of  his  passion. 
By  the  marks  received  for  me! 

All  discern  him. 
All  with  shouts  cry  out — '"Tis  He!  ' 

7  **Lo!   'tis  He!   our  heart's  desire, 

Come  for  his  espoused  below; 
Come  to  join  us  with  the  choir, 
Come  to  make  our  joys  o'erflow: 

Palms  of  victory, 
Crowns  of  glory  to  bestow." 

8  Yes,  the  prize  shall  sure  be  given; 

We  his  open  face  shall  see: 
Love,  the  earnest  of  our  heaven, 
Love  our  full  reward  shall  be, 

Love  shall  crown  us 
Kings  thro'  all  eternity 


242  Diiy  of  Judgiueiit. 

Izaztzztzizzzzzziizzzz^  f  ?z;:ztJt 

1.  See     th'e  -   ter  -  nal      Judge     de  -  scend-ing, 

gi^i^z:^— fiz_rztzz^ziz:qzzzi|ZTz::]zz::1z|: 

=z5z?EQzzEtElE-?=E^zE?=?zt 


=^=^:EtE^:iz3E^zE=FE^— ^zi 


Seat  -  ed  on       his 

;?— dz: 


Father's  throne;  Now,  poor 

z^zz^^i^:i:-zzzzjz:rzi]zzqzrz2Z|:z:^--Z^T 
zt:=fi  Vz  z^zrzdzz  :i?zz?=:  :==Fzp=tz: : 


4zzizz^ttzzE:t£zzEzl:tzz^:ilzz^z-z^t 

sin  -  ner,  Christ  shall  show  thee    He    is      the        e     - 


--^ O— r 


z|=^E|E^z^£z?_- :  z^iEjz:  :z£:^: : 

ter  -    nal       Son.    Trumpets       call        thee,    trumpets 


-& — -0-    


z^z=q= 


—s- 


1=1 


zi^zqzqzfz^zz 
-^ — 1 — i-l— I — I — 

ZZZ?Z"f  ZtZZZZZZ' " 
call    thee!    Come    to        hear  thy        aw  -  ful     doom. 


=r=E- 


— d^rd. 


==^=r--t=t-:: 


,_^. 


^ZTZ^— • 


:ztzzt=zzfi: 


_S,_i- a--. 


ADVENT  HARP.  243 


THe  Judsrineiil. 


S  Hear  the  sinner  thus  lamenting, 
At  the  thoughts  of  future  pain; 
Cries  and  tears  he  now  is  venting, 
But  he  cries  and  weeps  in  vain: 

Greatly  mourning 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 

S  "  Yonder  stands  the  glorious  Savior, 
With  the  marks  of  dying  love  ; 
Oh,  that  I  had  sought  his  favor, 
When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move! 

Doomed  justly, 
For  I  have  against  him  strove. 

4  "All  his  warnings  I  have  slighted, 

While  he  daily  sought  my  soul; 
If  some  vows  to  him  I  plighted, 
Yet  for  sin  I  broke  the  whole! 

Golden  moments, 
How  neglected  did  they  roll! 

5  **  Yonder  stand  my  godly  neighbor!, 

Who  were  once  despised  by  me; 
They  are  clad  in  dazzling  splendor. 
Waiting  my  sad  fate  to  see — 

Farewell,  neighbors; 
Dismal  gulf!  I'm  bound  for  thee* 

6  Now,  despisers,  look  and  wonder, 

Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part; 
Louder  than  a  peal  of  thunder, 

Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  *'  Depart  ** 

Lost  forever! 
How  it  quails  the  sinner's  heart' 


244      Blessiiig^  of  the  New  Covenant. 


-^-^ 


'0- 


1.  Ye  who  know  your  sins  forgiven,  And  are  happy  in  the  Lord, 
351 


^10:33: 


^-^T-j-«^-^^|T— [-  ^ — m~:a-^Ti»-0 


_x ^-^-L- 


1 


4^; 


r^  [#- — •-!— f-#7#-i — ri — I—  -*-y^-) — ' — h- 


:^-: 


Have  you  read  that  gracious  promise, Wl>ich  is  left  up-on    re-eord 

^_^ -r 


•-»^-^ 


i 


^-^-(^- 


— [^ — 


=tq^ 


:i^fc^^zizal^:i^zi^zgfzp^^iizU=UT^ 


i^-## 


t::tt:aj:fzqrzt::r=^ 


#-# 


I  will  sprinkle  you  with  wa-ter, 


I  wit!  cleanse  you  from  all  sin: 


•-^--^Tq-^-J^I^'^-: 


ADVENT   HARP. 


245 


^?E"] 


'^-^ 


Sancti  -  fy  and  make  j'ou  ho  - 1 

— i — i4~l — i-^-^-  -H~l-HH-i-^-^-  -^T^-- d — ^  — I-t'- 


I  will  dwell  and  reign  within. 


^-^T-i-^-«^-i^ 


^ZfivMjjitjitJsi: 


-f=?-5 


2  Though  you  liave  much  peace  and  comfort 

Greater  things  you  jet  may  find, 
Freedom  from  unholy  tempers, 

Freedom  from  tlie  carnal  mind. 
To  procure  your  perfect  freedom, 

Jesus  suffered,  groaned  and  died, 
On  the  cross  the  healing  fountain 

Gushed  from  his  wounded  side. 

3  If  you  have  olitaiuod  this  treasure, 

Search  and  ynu  sh:dl  surely  find 
All  the  Christian  marks  and  graces, 

Planted,  growing  in  your  mind,  — 
Perfect  faith,  and  perfect  patience, 

Perfect  lowliness,  and  then 
Perfect  hope,  and  ])erfect  meekness, 

Perfect  love  for  God  and  man. 

4  But  be  sure  to  <jain  tlie  witness. 

Which  abides  both  dav  and  night 
This  your  God  has  plainly  promised. 

This  is  like  a  stream  of  light. 
While  you  keep  the  blessed  witness, 

All  is  clear  and  calm  within  ; 
God  himself  assures  you  by  it 

That  your  heart  is  cleansed  from  sin. 

5  Be  as  holy  and  as  liappy, 

And  as  useful  here  below. 
As  it  is  your  Father's  pleasure  ; 

Jesus,  only  .Tesus  know. 
Wake  up,  brother  :  wake  up,  sister  ; 

Seek,  O  seek  this  holy  state  ; 
None  but  holy  ones  can  enter 

Through  the  pure  celestial  gate. 


246 


The  Morniiis  Star. 


=S^H 


:=1==]f: 


-(^m-&'^'- 


p  1.  The  night  ia  wearing  fast  away,/A  streak  of  light  is  dawning^ 


?±-:_:ti=t±^:a^: 


^JiiTpzazgJ^z^z^z*I^z^ztz*I^z^i 

tzz±tzitzlzzt:±EzEzEzE±tz^z^zEEzt^ 


Sweet    har-bin-ger  of  that  briglit  day,  The  fair  Millen-nial  morning. 


ff-0-a 


t^z^z^-^t 


tzitzztzpfcztztztez^ztzqt 


'rfl — I — I — ^-fl — I — i ^fK-?*-P-l 

—ff — 1-1 — ^_i — L_-j n — ^ ^..( — j^_| — I 


fjz:lzitq^l4:==1iq=l=l-T^:-=1p-=]f:1--^5:^l 


/<  Gloomy  and  dark     the  night  has  been,  And  long  the  way,  and  dreary  ; 

\-o  -e-0-  -H-1-*-  -^--^^t — ^-3r—  31  ^  ^l^«-t 

I p. j^         ^^     f2 3 -pp., -T  <2-iSy -^^B- 


ADVENT   HAKP. 


P-0 


247 


And  sad  the  weeping  saints  are  seen,  And  faiut,and  worn  and  weary. 


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■  -H — I-  - 


?z?:t!E 


T;n -vB-Bt 


~ — TP. — I; 
z^z::^rp+^ 

ztzzIEztz: 


+:^z^i[zzHtza^zjzfezff:'" 


E=EgiiEii£ig?i^fe 


Ye  mourning  pilgrims,  cease  your  tears, 

And  hush  each  sigh  of  sorrow; 
The  light  of  that  bright  morn  appears, — 

The  long  sabbatic  morrow. 
Lift  up  your  heads — behold  from  far 

A  flood  of  splendor  streaming! 
It  is  the  bright  and  Morning-Star, 

In  living  lustre  beaming! 
3 
And  see  that  star-like  host  around 

Of  angel  bands,  attending; 
Hark!  hark!  the  trumpet's  glad'ning  sound, 

'Mid  shouts  tiiumphant  blending. 
He  comes,  the  Bridegroom  promised  long- 
Go  forth  with  joy  to  meet  him; 
And  raise  the  new  and  nuptial  song, 

In  cheerful  strains  to  greet  him. 
4 
Adorn  thyself,  the  feast  prepare. 

While  bridal  strains  are  swelling; 
He  comes,  with  thee  all  joys  to  share, 

And  make  this  earth  his  dwelling. 
Lift  up  your  heads — behold  from  far 

A  flood  of  splendor  streaming! 
It  is  the  bright  and  Morning-Star, 

In  living  lustre  beaming  ! 


248 


The  Alarm. 


Slow. 


:!#J? 


1.  We     are     liv  -  ing,  we    are  dwelling.  In     a 


:~4:i=?±i=r: 


t.-J=i: 


*- 


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:i 


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^-j^-9 — » 


:t^ 


-0 — »- 


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t 


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■#— #- 


It 


grand  and  aw-ful  time;    In    an    age    on      a  -  ges  telling. 


-#-  -^ 


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t-4= 


::?z:Bi:£t:Et:rf4=:Ei:E=ti:*:a*: 


EE^=tt^Il^?f 


:z:q^:[:il^=]'!^it: 


^-^~ 


ztziiz±:"!:zg^: 


^-^ 


To  be      liv -ing   is  sublime.   Hark!  the  waking  up  of 
-I 1 -4-e -jj-J— ]  — 


n^iiipiCz^iP:: 


z:iJt^.±w^z±^zwz^z^z± 


-G- 


:=t=l^f^=3=i»=pj=lii=^- 


ADVENT  HAJRP. 


249 


na-tions,    Gog  and    Ma-gog      to     the  fray;  Hark!  what 


i+:pF*V-^-t# 


iB 


— iv — iv- 


=t= 


— ^. 


I 1 1 \ \ 1 — 4-1 — I 1 


— #— ^—H—  -AA—gi-  -*-P— I — I — f-i — f|-h-|-|- 


j-^_^  — ^-' — -»-' — t  - 

ation  Groaning  for  its    latter    day? 


.^zt:HE^z-^z?zgzjt: 
ziS^E:15ziziz^z^^-^^ 


ZZi^t 


2  Will  ye  play,  then,  will  ye  dally, 

With  your  music  and  your  wine? 
Up!  it  is  Jehovah's  rally! 

God's  own  arm  hath  need  of  thine. 
Hark!  the  onset !  will  ye  fold  your 

Faith-clad  arms  in  lazy  lock? 
Up,  O  up,  thou  drowsy  soldier; 

Worlds  are  charging  to  the  shock. 

3  Worlds  are  charging — heaven  beholding; 

Thou  hast  but  an  hour  to  fight; 
Now  the  blazoned  cross  unfolding, 

On — right  onward,  for  the  right. 
On!  let  all  the  soul  within  you 

For  the  truth's  sake  go  abroad! 
Strike!  let  every  nerve  and  sinew 

Tell  on  ages—  tell  for  God! 


250 


Blissful  Region. 


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^t^-^'— a     ^  • 


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P*— ^ 


^n- 


1  Hail  thou  blest  morn  when  the  great  Mediator, 
Shepherds  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  manger, 


■•;jS»- 


_^_^^=^:  z^z^^z^n^i^ : 


-+ 


'-^ 1 \ F 


Star    in  tlie  cast  the   ho  -  ri  -  zon   a-dorn-ing. 


b — 8" 


-pJ — ^ ! — ^«^ — i^z^— ^_ 

^-1 #— ^ h ^—l— 

—L. -£^— ^ *-^—^ — I**- 


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attz: 


15: 


Down  from  the  man-sion  of      heaven  did      de  -  scend, 
I,o  !    for      his  jfuard  the  bright  an  -  gels       at  -  tend. 


Guide  where  our  in  -  fant   Re  -  deem  -  er      was    laid. 


1  — -b — H — :«»*—[— 


=1- 


-^ (JS 1^— fSJ— 


-=— ^ — ^ 


Bright-est  and  host  of  the  sons    of  the  morning, 


b — ^- 


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1— ^^— itt-tr^ 


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Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew  drops  were  shining, 

Low  lay  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall, 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumbers  reclining, 

Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  and  all. 
Say  shall  we  yield  him  a  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Eden,  and  offerings  divine; 
Gems  from  the  mountain,  or  pearls  from  the  oceail» 

Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  tho  mine. 

Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 
Vainly  with  gifts  would  his  favor  secure; 

Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

Low  at  his  feet,  we  in  humble  prostration, 
Lose  all  our  sorrow,  and  trouble,  and  striib; 

There  we  receive  his  divine  consolation; 

Flowing  afresh  from  the  fountain  of  life. 


He  is  our  friend  in  the  midst  of  temptation. 

Faithful  supporter  whose  love  cannot  fail. 
Rock  of  our  refuge  and  hope  of  salvation, 

Light  to  direct  us  through  death's  gloomy  vale« 
Star  of  the  morning,  thy  brightness  incpeases  I 

Soon  from  the  mansion  of  heaven  shall  descend, 
Glorious  in  light,  he  whose  love  never  cases : 

Shepherds,  and  all  men,  the  warning  attend  ! 


252 

SlovK  and  solemn 


Day  of  Wonders. 


1.   Day     of      judg-ment,    day         of    won  -  ders! 

^^--^ — ' ' \ — d — d — i^ ' 


-0 (9- 


=r--p:-i 


Hark!  the  trumpet's  avv-ful  sound,  Loud  -  er  than     a 

ESEs=3t3Ei3Ea_-|:*E?E*E*~: 


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iqzli-piz^zz^: 


zffzza!zz^=l=it:— t^i^zttzzt^i:: 


thousand  thunders,shakes  the  vast    ere  -  a  -  tion  round  ! 


^y^iiiigij^ 


ADVENT   HARP. 


253 


How  the  summons  will    the  sin-ner's  heart  con  -  found! 


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fe 


2 
See  the  judge,  our  nature  wearing, 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine! 
You  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say  ''  This  God  is  mine!' 

Gracious  Savior, 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine! 


At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 
Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea; 

All  the  powers  of  nature  shaken 
By  his  looks  prepare  to  flee. 

Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee? 


But  to  those  who  have  confessed. 

Loved  and  served  the  Lord  below, 
He  will  say,  "  come  near,  ye  blessed. 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow, 

You  forever, 
Shall  my  love  and  glory  know. 
17 


254 


Rapturous  Joy. 


^ 


-^^0-^-0 — 0 — 0-^ -•-.- -^-1 — r^-- 

1.   Hark!  that  shout  of  rapturoua  joy,  Burst-ing 


:-S:z^z±-srr.z^zr:^izM: 

J — I — I — 0  _  J.  -j — I — 

0~-0 — 0 -^-1 J — 


—  ^ — K — I — I 

:;tzz±:z±itz:?!:: 

2.  Harli!  the  trumpet's      aw  -  ful    voice,  Sounds     a- 

3.  See   tlie  Lord  ap  -  pears  in    view  ;  lleav'n  and 


-^ — ^ — ^- 


^izhz^W^^zzfizziSz:  ::^z£::  zpzipz;  izpjjp: 
zz:^±:AUz:Sz1iziztt:z.-E±Jz:^::i=t=t 


^ 


forth 


^ ^ ^ J I ■ 0 0 0 0—-^ 

from  yon  -  der    cloud  !  Je-sus  comesl  and  through  the 


-^ — T^T — 

-I — ^— ^-^J — •- 


^-HV— 1^— 1— 


^=:r:^*=1:rr--"^:Fg=^9=S=;=r=^- 


^ — ^ — ^ J- 

broad  through  sea  and      land  ; 
earth  be  -  fore  him         fly — 


-0-r0-0- 

Let  his  peo-p!e 
Rise  ye  sainta,  he 


now  re- 
comes  for 


^z{z3~^ir^zpn^ZBzJzpz?z 


=p::p: 


^0 — ^ — 1 1 ^__^_|-_  1 '^-1 i 1 1 


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sky, 


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zitztztzzt:- 

An  -  gels     tell    their  joy       a  -  -  loud. 


'0- 


1 


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joice.        Their    re  -  demp  -  tion      is     at 
you;  Rise     to     meet     him       in     the 


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hand. 

sky. 


qtzpz:: 


i 


Allegretto. 


Lovely  Morning. 


255 


I     (  The  last  love-ly  morning  all  blooming  and  fair, 
(   Is  fast  onward  fleeting, and  soon  will  appear; 

.— z?z4:i^Ez:^±£Ez:[z:ziiii::zEza^±tzzi^:i 


Ollet   us 

Cres. 


be       ready 
For. 


z^£r::pz|?z^z;^z?zrzr:p^zSzp:p^z^^:^||: 
zUz5  t^z5ztz5ztz5lb:bz±E^-EEitx:t-l  L- 

While  the  mighty,mighty,mighty  trump  sounds  "Come,come  away  I" 


to  hail  the  glad  day 
D.  C 


— -J- i^-b^-i^ — f— L— |- U-t  I — I— 1_ 


ttztitt 


And  when  that  bright  morning 

In  splendor  shall  dawn. 
Our  tears  will  be  ended. 
Our  sorrows  all  gone; 
While  the  mighty,  &c. 
3 
The  Bridegroom  from  glory 

To  earth  shall  descend; 
Ten  thousand  bright  angels 
Around  him  attend. 
While  the  mighty,  &c. 
4 
The  graves  will  be  open'd. 

The  dead  will  arise. 
And  with  the  Redeemer 
Mount  up  to  the  skies. 
While  the  mighty,  &c 
5 
The  saints  then  immortal. 

In  glory  shall  reign! 
The  Bride  with  the  Bridegroom 
Forever  remain. 

While  the  mightv,  &c. 


256  Bible  leads  to  glory. 

-  ^  -1-4-1 — ii^-#-« — I —  I — e — «-L«_f__i,^ 


-^^-\—i~^-^^ 1-1 — ^ J 

1.  My     Bible  leads  to       glo-ry;  My 


Bi-ble  leads  to 


z4-=jf;^r*;*iJ=:::t=t=*~:f=*Ctii-i 

_^^_^J ^_^_±_l ^^^-X..^ ^ X 


f- 

^y^5ZZT:^zzz^z,azT:^z^z^zT:q^z|5q"^-zi 


^_pj._j^_5_>_^_.  -^t-^^^z'  ■" 


-b**—  - 


z1:ztipizzzjin'^i5Tz:z:n^T^zsz^ziz-Tz:|: 
:i/:iZi^z::?zisr:3zfc:f:f:iz:trSztztzzJt?| 


;zs: 


glo-ry,  My       Bi-ble  leads  to      glo-ry,  Ye     fol  -  low-ers  of  the  Lamb. 


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.^zzz^z^zx^:^:^zizjz 
■I — 0-\ — ^— 

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Chorus. 

E3E5^^=^z^S:5:^5:S:3-i:^^^ 

"  "    :tiz'z?zt:g'z:^z:^z:^z:_zt:ti5z$=: 


Sing  on,  pray   on,  ye       fol  -  low  -  ers     of    Im  -  man  -  u  -  el, 

zgjz^z: 

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:t==p:: 


:^z-zzzi:ij^z:i:i^5:il^;-z: 
:|zzrz?zz:iB^z:iz:i^z:^z 


'^-^ 


zfzp: 


z:(i 


-I — I — 

-1 — i^— 

— ^. 


!izz:i:::zsz!!:zT 


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ADVENT  HARP. 


257 


11=5 


V 


-  & 


^-4-1 ^ — ijiSS — I— — ^ 1 — I — |-i- 


Sing    on,  pray  on,    ye       fol-low-ers     of     the    Lamb. 

— ^«^ — »^-_j^ 


r: 


:i=— ; 


:4rr:. 


•H-V- 


ii:3:^:F|: 
zx:?±::l:_ 

2  Religion  makes  me  happy, 
Religion  makes  me  happy, 
Religion  makes  me  happy, 
Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb,  &c. 

3  I'm  on  my  way  to  glory, 
I'm  on  my  way  to  glory, 
I'm  on  my  way  to  glory. 

Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb,  &c. 

4  I'm  fighting  for  a  kingdom, 
I'm  fighting  for  a  kingdom, 
I'm  fighting  for  a  kingdom, 
Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb,  &c. 

5  King  Jesus  is  my  captain. 
King  Jesus  is  my  captain. 
King  Jesus  is  my  captain. 

Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb,  &c. 

6  We'll  have  a  shout  in  glory, 
We'll  have  a  shout  in  glory, 
We'll  have  a  shout  in  glory, 
Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb,  Stc. 

7  There  we  shall  live  forever, 
There  we  shall  live  forever. 
There  we  shall  live  forever, 
Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb,  &c. 


258  Inspiralioii. 

p-4:i:f:S-?:i;t:-t-i:t3=t3;p 


nt: 


1.  How  precious      is      the  book   di  -  -  vine    By 

hz±.±±t—tz:iz 


t:t=(rzz?:±;a=?:±zE 


&.Z 


1^-5^ — i-i  ::z| — !_:;  :_| — pi:  -ij — |r-  _ 


-© 


c\ 


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:i:=|r:r±i-=:ii 


:::2i=;*::::i 


:t: 


:;*:t|: 


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=1=^-^=^:;::^ 


a^:i±z3^z:=^:d 


in -- spi -- ra -- tiongiv'n!  Bright  as       a     lamp     its 

-I 1 f— +-: #- 


=E=zi=:t£=_zzE:i:t: 


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t '^~" h-  ^ g? ^-  --! tf- 


:i^ 


ADVENT   HARP. 


259 


-o — #-■ 

:{==:t:: 


::j==4: 


*lti^^ 


irittzdzz- 


doctrines  shine,  To     guide      our     souls      to  heav*n. 


._.^._f2 


^S^i^^^H 


It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears; 
Life,  light  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 

And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

3 
This  lamp  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 

Of  an  eternal  day. 


260 


Jubilee. 


:b 


^^.z^:: 


^-U 


1.  I       nev  -  er     shall     for  -  get  the      day.  When 


:i:::i=:fp:±:ir:^- 


^__^x^. 


z^zzzzfzi 


Je  -  sus  wash'd  my  sins    a  -  way.  Now  my  soul    is      very 


—^  T 1     "         I  ^  I  — f-m  f 


3 


=£zzi^zi*iz:L;±l:;=:Szzl:i=t:±t 


r^ 


-^ — ^^ 


hap  -  py.  Will  you     go      a  -  long  with   me  ?    Now  my 


-SB 


tf — # — #- 


; —^——0—\-0—^—\- 

soul       is   very        hap  -  py,  Go  sound     the    Ju  -  bi     lee. 


ZiTZflZ 


■*^-^~^:±tzt!: 


_^JL_^_^_^- J U-I- 


^_-^_-^.j. — 


ADVENT  HARP. 


261 


2  I  am  happy  in  this  house  of  clay, 
But  what  is  this  to  perfect  day? 
There's  a  better  day  a  coming; 
Will  you  go  along  with  me  ? 

3  Though  sinners  persecute  me  here, 
Through  Jesus  Christ  I'll  persevere; 
Christ  will  ruin  Satan's  kingdom — 
Will  you  go  along  with  me? 

4  A  little  longer  here  below, 

Then  home  to  glory  we  shall  go: — 
I  am  on  my  way  to  glory  — 
Will  you  go  along  with  me  ? 

5  Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
We  soon  shall  meet  together  there; 
When  we'll  join  the  saints  in  glory,— 
Will  you  go  along  with  me? 


Laban. 


17^ 


gflilSglSig^igl 


1.  My        soul   be  on  thy  guard, Ten  thousand  foes  arise,  The 

2.  Oh  watch,  and  fight  and  pray,The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er;  Re- 

3.  Ne'er  think  the  vict'ry  won,Nor  lay  thine  armor  down,  Thy 


_z^iz2z~ " Jz?zf  zf:  :?zg:  j-f-^-ffj^-g-j 


=z'^:^ztiz:±[:zfizLzti±iizti 

ZZlZZJZHZilT 


zzpzpi: 


:^z^:rfz^::^z-Tz^z{ 


E 


hosts  of  sin  are  pre^s-sing  hard  To  draw  thee  from  the  slties. 
iicw  it  bold-ly  ev-'ry  day,  And  help  di  -  vine  im  -  plore. 
trdiio'js  work  will   not   be      done  Till  thou     ob  -  tain  the    crown. 


ZiZiZizfz:  -Mzzs--.  ::!=-(=::  '-^-p:  :p 


— f-l — <s-+i — t- 


Judgment. 


::zj^il5q==q=t:t:5:^it 


Righteous  God!  whose  vengeful  vi  -  als     All  our  fears  and 


P 


-4~< ^-1 1 1 i^-h> i— 


-I — ^-1 — I — ^ 


thoughts  exceed^Big  with  woes,  and  fiery  tri-als  Hang-ing  bunt  •  ing 


-0~m-m 


\ — ^-k» — h- 


-  -i 1 lJ U_. 


^-•- ^-^ 

— U-|-#-#-i — ^ *-l-i — I 1 \— 


o*er  our  head!  While  thou  vis  -  it   -    est    the     nations. 


zizz^3-f^^-^=®=^=J-a^=ip=^^=i=t 
_r — 0 — --\-\ — '^ — I — I ■■ — ^ — * — ■-1- 

zi^=:^zzz:|::i^zzizz^zzi^zi:*zzpzz^:^izc 
ztzztzz^f  t=U=-=-- :  :5zzt:=tzzt:zE 


ADVENT   HAKP. 


263 


Thy     se  -  lect  -  ed     peo  -  pie  spare;  Arm  our  eaution'd 


.^^. 


:=T^=^:=fl-: 


souls  with     pa  -  tience,  Fill  our 


hum 


bled      hearts 


with  prayer. 


— ^-J-^— ^— C' — Q~-^-^ — _4Z_C_: 


H — # — - — -A  -fe—> 


2  If  thy  dreadful  controversy 

With  all  flesh  is  now  begun, 
In  thy  wrath  remember  mercy  ; 

Mercy  first  and  last  be  shown. 
Plead  thy  cause  with  aword  and  fire ; 

Shake  us  till  the  curse  remove; 
Till  thou  com'st  the  saints'  desire, 

Crowning  them  with  perfect  love. 

3  Every  fresh  alarming  token 

More  confirms  the  faithful  word  ; 
Nature,  for  its  Lord  hath  spoken, 

Must  be  suddenly  restored. 
From  this  national  confusion. 

From  this  ruined  earth  and  skies, 
See  the  times  of  restitution. 

See  the  new  creation  rise! 

4  Vanish,  then,  this  world  of  shadows! 

Pass  the  former  things  away  ; 
Lord,  appear!  appear  to  glad  us 

With  the  dawn  of  endless  day! 
O  conclude  this  mortal  story! 

Bring  the  life  that  shall  abide  ! 
Come,  eternal  King  of  glory, 

Now  descend  nnd  take  thv  hridel 


264 


The  Crown. 


Allegretto 

-# 


?*S:r^ri:::1=^j3=p=3^^ 


4E^;3:ix=it 


1.  My     soul    is       hap  -  py    when    I 


p-^ — ^— +-( — I 1 — * — ^ — (»^-  —I — 

-^_ff — j._j U— |~b^— -K— -«-— ^^J-g— 


-^_X 


e^^^r- 


-^-T-^__^__ ^_I.S C 1 

The    Sa-vior    is    so      nigh, 

I    ^ ^ X  J 


irzipzuzzzj^; 
:^!z:tz:??z:i^z 


And  longs  to  see  his 

«zpp-=T?z5zEi:i 


cpzt 


.^_^_^_^. 


i 


— I — 


8IGN  ap  -  pear     Up  -  on 


=P: 


.A. 


the 

i^z^: 


op'ning        sky. 


;Jz — I 1 — +-^- — 


zE3: 


^ — ^-[ — »-- 1— I — ^         I — I — -f— ^--J: 


ADVENT   HARP. 


265 


Up 


on         the       op  -  'ning     sky. 


I  love  to  wait,  and  watch,  and  pray, 
And  trust  his  living  Word, 

And  feel  the  coming  of  that  day 
No  longer  is  deferr'd. 

3 

I  do  rejoice  that  life  was  given 

In  these  last  days  to  me. 
That  deathless  I  may  rise  to  heaven, 

And  my  Redeemer  see. 

4 
Then,  waiting  brethren,  let  us  sing, 

He  will  not  tarry  long, 
And  fill  with  love  the  hours  that  bring 

The  glory  of  our  song. 

5 

Yes,  he  will  come,  no  longer  fear, 
Though  earth  and  hell  assail; 

His  Word  attests  the  moment  near. 
And  that  can  never  fail. 


266 


The  Mercy  Seat 


1.  From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows,From  every 


-B-B-&^G 


-r-©- 


zz:kzbz^EzEz^tEzzEzl[zzt:IzzzffzzEzt 


— I 1— r -r B- —  — 

-?lE?Z±Ztl=tZ±=lt3[l=Zt=ZtZ 


swelling      tide   of       woes,  There  is      a 

:^~:[:^gzz^zq:zgzi:zp— y-    ^. 


^^ 


i 


S=tEEeaEE?E 


calm,  a 


-r-i9 ^^— 


_p_i_2_i:^_^_^:i:-  _iri_--^ 


■0 1 


t 


EEEtE=EEEEEie±£E: 


:::^z-r:::p 


ill 


sure     re  -  treat, 'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy  seat. 


-ll-ziEy^iH^liil^ 


=i|i=z=t=fe==t=::t£i~ 


ADVENT   HARP.  267 

2 
There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads; 
A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet, 
It  is  the  blood-bought  Mercy  Seat. 

3 
There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend; 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  Mercy  Seat. 

4 

Ah  !  whither  should  we  flee  for  aid 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismayed? 
Or  how  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat, 
Had  suffering  saints  no  Mercy  Seat? 

5 
There,  there  on  angel's  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more; 
The  Lord  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  Mercy  Seat. 

6 
O  Let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold  and  still; 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat 
If  I  forget  the  Mercy  Seat. 


268 


Old  Church  Yard. 


o-m-m-Q 

■tzt.-it.-t. 


1.  You  will  see  your  Lord  a  coming,You  will  see  your  Lord  a 


— -^-^- 


?5  Jitzt:  1^z}^t:^^±^ztzc:  nrzizzfizr: 


^_^x_^_^_^_^_x 


'-*-*-#-T-#— «-^1^^^ 


-^ ±_^_^_^_^_j._^ — ^ j-j, — [-- i 

coming,You  will    see  your  Lord  a     coming: — While  the    old  church 


,«_^_^_^ 


-#-#-#-1— +-I — i — I — I 1 — I — 0—m—\ — ^— <•- 

_l^_lrf_lrf 1 L  — -. 1^ — 1^—- L 1 


-^-^-^ 


#-• 


ztz±it:?zi?zbfe?z?zfc±fz?z±fzi^zizti 


:pz: 
:t±itt: 

yards  Hear  the  band  of  music,  hear  the  band  of         music,  hear  the 


.^x^ 


,^_. 


I— -_— ^— 11^ 


izq'^rxq^^zizzj^: 

:i^zitz*zti-|zziiz: 

i — ^-^ 


z^zp:iip:^i^zt4^z:pz:iiz:p^:pzzK4fp 
z?zt:tE^:?z:i^3:fc:Sziz:s3±=tEE 


band  of    mu-sic  Which  is  sounding  thro'  the  air. 

z:izr:q!^iit_-iz:i::[Zi]: 


ztzt:  :ti=t=:f =t=:  z*z:iz:[iz:tz  ::i^=^lpE 


ADVENT   HARP.  269 

2  Gabriel  sounds  his  mighty  trumpet,  &c. 

Through  the  old  church-yards, 
While  the  band  of  music,  &c. 

Shall  be  sounding  through  the  air. 

3  He'll  awake  all  the  nations,  &c. 

From  the  old  church-yards, 
While  the  band  of  music,  &c. 

Shall  be  sounding  through  the  air. 

4  There  will  be  a  mighty  wailing,  &c. 

At  the  old  church-yards, 
While  the  band  of  music,  &.c. 

Shall  be  sounding  through  the  air. 

5  O  Sinner,  you  will  tremble,  &c. 

At  the  old  church-yards. 
While  the  band  of  music,  &c. 

Shall  be  sounding  through  the  air. 

6  You  will  flee  to  rocks  and  mountains,  &c. 

From  the  old  church-yards, 
While  the  band  of  music.  Sec. 

Shall  be  sounding  through  the  air. 

7  You  will  see  the  saints  arising,  &c. 

From  the  old  church-yards. 
While  the  band  of  music,  &lc. 

Shall  be  sounding  through  the  air. 

8  Angels  bear  them  to  the  Savior,  &c. 

From  the  old  church-yards. 
While  the  band  of  music,  &c. 

Shall  be  sounding  through  the  air. 

9  Then  we'll  shout,  our  sufferings  over,  8tc. 

From  the  old  church -yards. 
While  the  band  of  music,  &c. 

Shall  be  sounding  through  the  air 
18 


270 


Sonnet. 


,    C  When  for  e 
^    I  And  faith  in 


ter-nal  worlds  we     steer  And  seas  are 
live  -  ly       ex  -  er  -  else,  And  dis  -  tant 


^-4-H 1 1 1 1 i^-l — 4-1 1 ^ — 1^ 


-^-^-^- 


/7^ 


z:i 


ESSilHt5Ei 


calm,  and  skies  are  clear,  > 
hills  of  Ca-naan      rise.   > 


My  soul  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings,  And 


_| 1 ^— ^—  -I — I i-f : 1 1 h- 


loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings,  Vain  world  adieu,  vain  world  adieu  ;  And 

(7^  f7s  /Ts  r> 


"0-0 1-#-- 


0-0-0—0- 


loud  her 


lovely 


sonnet  sings,  Vain     world      a    - 

(7^ 


With  cheerful  hopes  her  eyes  explore 
Each  landmark  on  the  distant  shore, 
The  trees  of  Life,  the  pastures  green. 
The  golden  streets,  the  crystal  stream; 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings,  &c. 

When  nearer  still  she  draws  to  land, 
More  eager  all  her  powers  expand, 
With  steady  helm  and  free  bent  sail, 
Her  anchor  drops  within  the  vail. 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  her  celestial  sonnet  sings, 
On  Canaan's  shore,  &c. 


Invitation.  271 

-O-    -9-9- 

l.The  Spirit  in  our  hearts, Is  whisp'ring  Sinner  come; 


Pz^t±P=S.=--tt:=E:Si±5:fcr::?f:?zE 

iia:SEE£EEEt:i£t;EEi^E=trEi:^z| 


■dz*: 


The  bride,  the  church  of  Christ,  proclaims,To  all  her  children  come. 


Siilsl 


zt: 


zt: 


eee: 


2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 

To  all  about  him  come! 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness 
To  Christ  the  fountain  come. 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

Oh  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life, 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo!  Jesus  who  invites, 

Declares  "  I  quickly  come;" 
Lord,  even  so  we  wait  thy  hour; 
O  !   blest  Redeemer  come. 


272         The  Day  of  Judgment. 


^f **:^:;  :^=^;  t^zj  :z\— ;--;  :qz-::  := 


-#: 


1.  Oh!  the    a  -  mazing  pomp  Of  that  tremendous      day, 


:=t 


■aiSz^J-ii-Isz;;!? 


0     0~- 1 1-- 


^H--0    s-» ■  ■{ — \- -e-t--  -j —  * 3--  ~s- 


fd=:-±:4=q±=:^ 


When  the    archan -gel's    trump,  Shall    sum  -  mon    us     a  -  way; 


f 


-*z}EEt|Ez^fecr^tEE?E?t:^£*tE^z 

jz^z:  :^z_:  j_zztii±z^ — ^_:  :j?z;j^Z[_:  z[zzz|t_^_|. 
!Ztiz±tz=±zz£d[z|zzztzz±Ezp:zE±±zi^fz|zzE 


When  Christ  tojudgment  shall  descend,And  every  knee  before  him  bend. 


zb. 


ttt 


ADVENT  HARP.  273 

2  On  a  refulgent  cloud, 

Jesus,  the  Judge,  appears; 
The  saints  rejoice  aloud, 

The  guilty  sinner  fears. 
On  the  white  throne  he  takes  his  seat, 
And  views  the  myriads  at  his  feet. 

3  'Midst  the  vast  multitude, 

His  eye  omniscient  sees 
The  purchase  of  his  blood 
And  dying  agonies: 
Then  calls  them  forth  and  bids  them  stand 
With  glory  crown'd  at  his  right  hand. 

4  *'Come,  souls  forever  blest," 

He  says,  "  my  people  come, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 
Enter  your  heavenly  home; 
No  more  shall  aught  your  peace  annoy, 
Inherit  everlasting  joy." 

5  But  in  what  awful  sounds 

The  wicked  are  addressed! 
Heaven  with  their  groans  resounds. 

As  on  his  left  they're  placed. 
"Depart  ye  curs'd  the  Judge  exclaims, 
"To  be  destroyed  in  burning  flames!" 

6  Oh!  thou  eternal  God, 

Ere  this  tremendous  day, 
Cleanse  me  in  Jesus'  blood, 
Wash  all  my  guilt  away. 
Then  may  I  join  the  happy  throng. 
To  praise  thee  in  eternal  song. 


274 


Reanimalioii. 


:^:d 


■-H 1 — 


:it==t. 


-a- 


-^■-a- 


:^z:?:i^3:: 


1.  And  will  the  Judge  descend?  And  must  the  dead  a- 


— a£=:i=f:: 


17^ 


=rf^=^=:a^iE3=^5=3EF3 


rise  ?     And  not     a 


sin  -  gle     soul    es  -  cape     His 


I 


-s- 


::1=^: 


-e — g— - 


"e----| a^-- 


gc:3-*--g:t3;:^:±:=p?z£pb:l 


all     dis-cerning  cj'es?  His 


:W=^~W^ 


0  -^ \r 1 

::tz?:i^igf:2z| 

i — I- — 

I.  ^-^-^ 

all         dis  -  cerning  eyes? 


:p: 


.^z?5?z:^i— 


2  How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  before  his  face, 
Astonished,  shrink  away? 

3  But  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
Hark!  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread! 

4  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear; 
Flee  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there 


Expectation. 


275 


1.  In      ex  -  pec-ta  -  tion sweet, We'll  wait,and  sing,and  pray, Till 


"^-g-f"j-3-g-g:T-^-p:f-^-p 


::zC=tar2^:: 


■0-G-' 


g^5:ip:J-^r:^zi:i:=^i===pz::l==l 


r^^-'^-ff^=^-'t=^-^^=q^ 


:=tF 


:Mz*rir:«-i±z:<zi:£±=irEE 


Christ's  triumphal  car  we  meet,  And    see     an     end-less       day. 


zqz=j=3z5:i:S3?2z:^tpi£Szi5i==fF 

-j-^-g-S^f-*;- 1— 1--| ^      g     g-|— g-j-*- 


1  I  I 

2  He  comes!  the  Conqueror  comes! 

Death  falls  beneath  his  sword; 
The  joyful  prisoners  burst  the  tombs 
And  rise  to  meet  their  Lord. 

3  The  trumpet  sounds,  "Awake! 

Ye  dead,  to  judgment  come!" 
The  pillars  of  creation  shake. 
While  man  receives  his  doom. 

4  Thrice  happy  morn  for  those 

Who  love  the  ways  of  peace; 
No  night  of  sorrow  e'er  shall  close. 
Or  shade  their  perfect  bliss. 


276 


Zalmonah. 


SlOTT  and  solemn. 


=A=:t 


4- 


0      S      Jt 

Stand  th'omnip  -  o  -  tent      decree! 
Nature's     end    we      wait    to    see, 


Je 

And 


F3EJE, 


w 


iii 


Let  those  pond'rous   orbs    descend.       And 


t::r:j: 


It     4     •     W-^-i 
ho-vah*s  will   be     done! 
hear  her    fi  -  nal   groan 


.K_A| 


:=t=:^==l: 


Let  this  earth  dis  - 


grind  us      in  -  to       dust. 


D.  C. 


solve,  and  blend  In   death  the    wicked    and  the  just. 


ADVENT   HARP.  277 

2  Rests  secure  the  righteous  man ;  — 

At  his  Redeemer's  beck 
Sure  t'  emerge  and  rise  again, 

And  mount  above  the  wreck. 
Lo  !  by  angel-arms  upborne, 

He  rises  as  the  Saviour  rose ; 
Immortality  puts  on, 

And  ends  his  mortal  woes. 


3  Nothing  hath  the  just  to  lose, 

By  worlds  on  worlds  destroyed; 
Far  beneath  his  feet  he  views, 

With  smiles,  the  flamins:  void: 
Sees  this  universe  renewed, 

The  grand  millennial  reign  begun; 
Shouts  with  all  the  sons  of  God, 

Around  th'  eternal  throne. 


4  Resting  in  this  glorious  hope. 

To  be  at  last  restored. 
Yield  we  now  our  bodies  up, 

To  earthquake,  plague  or  sword. 
List'ning  for  the  call  divine, 

The  latest  trumpet  of  the  seven, 
Soon  our  soul  and  dust  shall  join, 

And  both  fly  up  to  heaven. 


278 


Zion. 


C  Lo !  he  comes, with  clouds  descending, Once  for 
\  Thousand, thousand  saints  attendinof,  Swell  the 


«^— in* -L ^ ^— 


:*^z?r?_. 


-W-^--^ 


Q:-^4i.3t_^^^  _z«_:^_:^jL_4»_:  zzz:^_:  J_:S_: : 


■I — I — I — b^ 

1 — I — '^ — ^ 


::tir: 


_  J 1 ^ — ^— J- 


zqzzqriqzqdzijztf  z^:  J5&— Z3z:pzz!5: : 
z?z:fz:<tii:fz2^zzt:i^z:i'z±:^zzdz=^zzi^z 


in!^ 
in;  5 


Hal-le    -    1 


favored  sinners    slain! 
triumph    of   his   train 

zpz:pz:ir::iq:=^:q:|::=i!:^:i;5T:=l 


u  -  jah 


:^E?EEEt^±i^it:^^=t 


— wi — I- 


!    Je  -  sus 


:=^=1iT 


li^ 


izziz:: 


zf±:jztfztlz^z:^t=z^= 


E3^Z^Z^ 


_ziz]zzzqzzzqz:Tzz: 

comes,     and    comes     to  rei^n 


0- 9- ^ 


3z:i=ii 


— "1^— 


IZZZJ 

0 — 
-^ 


ADVENT   HARP. 


279 


lu-jah!    Je  -  sus   comes,  and    comes     to      reiwn. 


Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 
Robed  in  dreadful  majesty! 

Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  him, 
Pierced,  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see! 


When  the  solemn  trump  has  sounded, 
Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away; 

All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  summons  of  that  day — 

''  Come  to  judgment! 
Come  to  judgment!   come  away!" 


4  Yea,  amen !  let  all  adore  thee, 
High  on  thine  eternal  throne! 
Savior,  take  the  power  and  glory, 
Make  thy  righteous  sentence  known, 

O  come  quickly — 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own! 


280 


Jerusalem. 


,  Je    -    ru  -  -  sa  -  lem,  my  happy  home,  O       how       I 
(  When  will  .  .  my   sorrows  have  an  end,  Thy  joys  when 


Clioriis. 


long  for   thee  !  ^  We're  marching  thro'  Im-manuel's  ground,  We 
shall  I     see  1 


zia:i:izzp;^:pizg=^z=:T----q-d^-^zi 


=d^q^(!=f:i^iz-zz:r 
z?z?z=z^fbE=S==t=  , 

soon  shall  hear  the  trumpet      sound, 

zq_iC:~z^:i~zz:ip:^z5zzziP:i:i^z:z5:^z: 

'  ^-^-+**-:i^z±:±i=z^i^zzt3jtt=if~ 
1 — I J '--^ ^ — ^ — 


z=?z?zi:«^z:?z?ztz± 

And  then   we  shall  our 


_*Zi_H-^-4 


.^ — '^ — =i_±j — I — JZff_I^_IS_ 

And      nev  -  er,   nev  -  er  part    a  -  gain. 


EiE:*Egf:^E^:f:i:3^5§:^:^5a£g3if 


Je  -  sus  meet, 


ii±?z5zgz5zttF-^:?:5:?i=-:li?ii^i^=?=-- 

What,  never  part  again  ?  No,  never  pai  t  again  ;     But  there  we  shall  oiu 

^^-I^TI^ZttfZtzS 


4-5^ 


ADVENT  HARP. 


281 


^ — \^ 

Je  -  sus  meet, 

1^ — I^H- 


And  nev  -  er,    nev  -  er    part     a 


gain. 


9-9-^-^ — *i:2z:?z:i^z:?=:_z:_ztibr±'- 


2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 
Most  glorious  to  behold; 
Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
Thy  streets  are  paved  with  gold. 


3  Thy  garden  and  thy  pleasant  walks 
My  study  long  have  been; 
Such  dazzling  views  by  human  sight 
Have  never  yet  been  seen. 


4  If  such  thy  holy  city,  Lord, 

Why  should  we  linger  here?  — 
Still  cleaving  to  this  vile  abode, 
Nor  wish  thee  to  appear  ? 


5  Lord,  help  us  by  thy  mighty  grace 
To  keep  in  view  the  prize, 
Till  thou  dost  come  to  take  us  home 
To  that  blest  paradise. 


6  When  we  've  been  there  ten  thousand  years, 
Bright  shining  as  the  sun, 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise 
Than  when  we  fir^t  begun. 


282  The  Bridegroom  Nigh. 


(C» 


^ 


?S«is:ii«:«&=±EgJ»ii-^gi»ri-3 


>=:§;^:ti:c:t: 


^ 


/?s 


3:: 


1.  My  heart  was  cold,  lukewarm  was  I, When  lo!  I  heard  the  Midnight  Cry 


O 


T-— (2- 


^-tz< 


qn=^: 


/r» 


(Tv 


^ 


__..  ._._I]_q__..  -q-Zl-ZIXqi -^=H-tTr 


t=f:=W:: 


/r\ 


/Cs 


=j;:^3:J=:«:::^=jr:lfc::j=Hrq-fa:-Fr 
z^lfct2^z«^tt«i=2^±dfciiz3=^fiz3:^t!: 

It    rous'd  me  up,  1  look'd  within,  Be-held  cor-rup-tion,  er-ror,  «in. 


z3t:z[zzt:ztz±EzEztz:i:,tlEztzz?z^it?:z:tL 


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__^ f2__^_.__,_'Z-r-^^,e — 


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ADVENT  HARP.  283 

1 

My  heart  was  cold — lukewarm  was  I, 
When  lo !  I  heard  the  Midnight  Cry; 
It    rous'd  me  up — I  looked  within, 
Beheld  corruption,  error,  sin. 

2 
My  soul  was  sad,  mine  eyes  did  weep, 
I  had  no  rest,  I  could  not  sleep. 
And  is  it  true  the  Master's  nigh? 
Have  mercy,  Lord,  was  all  my  cry. 

3 
I  sought  the  Lord  with  all  my  might, 
He  heard  my  prayer  and  gave  me  light, 
Filled  me  with  joy — I  love  to  hear 
The  solemn  cry,  the  Bridegroom's  near. 

4 
I  love  to  tell  to  all  around 
What  peace  and  comfort  I  have  found. 
I  love  to  echo  still  the  cry, 
Behold  the  Heavenly  Bridegroom^s  nigh 

5 
My  soul  is  fiU'd  with  love  divine, 
I  feel  I'm  his,  that  he  is  mine; 
My  Savior  and  my  gracious  Lord, 
And  he  will  come,  so  says  his  word. 

6 
Yes,  He  will  come,  He's  nigh  at  hand, 
I  soon  shall  join  the  blood-washed  band. 
To  sing  his  praise,  his  glory  see, 
And  reign  with  Him  eternally. 


284         The  Cross  and  Crown. 

Andanilno. 

zfiUzfcztz[i5=±zzz=?z?zi?z:U=t=5=3 

1.  Must    Simon  bear  his  cross  alone,  and        all    the  world  go 

:?z:?:?i^?: 


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.^_^:zj^. 


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tfZfiltZfZZ. 

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;ilz:z':riz]:!: 


ipzpzp: 


Jzzj^zjzzf^izzzzzziz: 


free?      No!  there's  a  cross  for       ev-'ry  one,  and  there's  a  cross  for 


z±z;^zpz::pz*qBzpz 


WZWZWZW 


tztzt=t2±t=t=t::^ 


pzpzji: 


me.        Yes,  there's  a  cross  on      Cal-va-ry,  thro'  which  by  faith  th* 


.ihjitL^. 


iqzz^qzq^iilzq^zjzij^izlzzt 


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iti^Z'^z^i.: 


:^z;^zq^: 


.izzl^i^zq^ 
MzMzwtzM 


EESE"?E2E^£^^EEESEtEJ 


^-c-a-p- 


ADVENT   HARP. 


285 


-I — I — I — I — +1 — I — I — h-—  ---I*_*_.  -P-PZII lL 


crown  I  see:  To      me  'lis    par-don    bringing,  O  that's  the  cross    for 


-^z!^^^'^nziZiz:t:J. 


-U b^-L 1| C_^ 


■jtztZJtzM:. 


/C^ 


-! -^-L— ^ u*ilz_z_rzLZ_j^_u_5_i^^ — j;_ 


:t±trtz^!±±t:t=t;- 


-! ^-'- — ^-      ^    .      , ^-, ,^ .^ 

me,    O  that's  the  cross  for  me,        O,  that's  the  cross  for    me 

^^^ ^ ^ -#-_       V — /    ^ 

lEbEE£IEtS|E^|EiE=*EfeEK 


2  How  faithful  does  the  Saviour  prove  to  those  who  serve  him  here ! 
They  now  may  taste  his  perfect  love,  and  joy  to  hail  him  near. 
Yes,  perfect  love  will  dry  the  tear,  and  cast  out  all  tormenting 

fear, 
Which  round  my  heart  is  clinging.     O  that 's  the  love  for  me,  &c. 

3  We  '11  bear  the  consecrated  cross,  till  from  the  cross  we  're  free 
And  then  go  home  to  wear  the  crown,  for  there  's  a  crown  for  me. 
Yes,  there  's  a  crown  in  heaven  above,  the  purchase  of  my  Saviour's 

love, 
For  me  at  his  appearing.     O  that 's  the  crown  for  me,  &c. 

4  The  church  has  heard  the  midnight  cry,  the  Lord  will  soon  ap- 

Ye  virgms,  rise  with  burning  lamps,  go  meet  him  in  the  air. 
Yes,  there  's  a  home  in  heaven  prepared,  a  house  no  wicked  man 

has  shared, 
Where  Christ  is  interceding.    O  that 's  the  home  for  me,  &c. 
19 


286 


Advent  Triumph. 


■-# 


>=t: 


1.  We  shall  see    a  light  appear,     By  and  by  when  he  comes, 


,-^_^_^_^_^- 


—I — I — I — I — v 


t:±:? 


_K K L-WL—0 — ^ L 1 1 M 

We  shall  see  a  light  appear  When  he  comes  ;        Ride  on,    Je  -  sua, 


:t=t=t=t=t=«=tti=i^=t==±^P~t3 


-©- 


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-I — 


t=tr=t 


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h— ^-:  -ii—it=JL—W—^ 


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ride     on.     We     are      on     our    journey     home. 


-B iS-T 


^  t—t^-t:^:=^t=t^ 


m 


We  shall  see  him  as  he  is 
By  and  by  when  he  comes  ; 

We  shall  see  him  as  he  is 
When  he  comes; 

Ride  on,  Jesus,  &c. 


ADVENT  HARP.  287 

3 
We  shall  have  a  mighty  shout 

By  and  by  when  he  comes: 
We  shall  have  a  mighty  shout 
When  he  comes; 

Ride  on,  Jesus,  &c. 

4 

We  shall  all  with  Christ  appear 

By  and  by  when  he  comes; 
We  shall  all  with  Christ  appear 

When  he  comes; 

Ride  on,  Jesus,  &c. 

5 
Then  the  earth  will  all  be  cleans'd 

By  and  by  when  he  comes; 
Then  the  earth  will  all  be  cleans'd 
When  he  comes; 

Ride  on,  Jesus,  &c, 

6 
We  shall  shout  above  the  fire 
By  and  by  when  he  comes  ; 
We  shall  shout  above  the  fire 
When  he  comes ; 

Ride  on,  Jesus,  &c. 


Midnight  Cry.  a 


|^ii:|^i5HS=&=^?i- 


±z±^^hi--± 


1.  Ye  virgin  souls,  a-rise  !  VViih  all  the    dead  awake; 

^±:g::^i:^z^ii]zi]xqzz|iz — ^zii^i^^i 


^^^^Z^g_^I___. 


|— :=2::EzE=f:itir|=iEz[ifEiE=El!=aip— 


Un-to    sal  -  va    -     lion     wise,  Oil  in  j'our  vessels  takej     Up- 


=:ti 


:tUzz1z:1t-z :J 


=:zt:z|ilEztz|=;(ifc:fzz?— itrStztzE 


zf=t= 


E: 


=4 


-I 1 W-  —G ?-^-  -O-  -I — 


■G — 'W--^- 


^=z»: 


E^zi^zlz  ::qz3=q=q::  :--i1z3:  ::3;3: :: 


:*:: 


:?_g_^gzt:gzi_g_^±:^_:^-±:2^^:i:±_^_^ 

starting   at  the  midnight  cry,  Behold  your  heav'nly  bridegroom 


-I — (»-P-h~  -i — ! — li-^--  -O—H-  - 


:::?Z2t: 


zpzpzpzp:iz±:4=it=tT:^2z=:i:zlzzti==zzi 
-| — I — 1 — I —  z?zi^z?z?::  ztz"^:  z^zzi::  --g-p-- : 


ADVENT  HARP. 


289 


nigh.       Be  -  hold  your     heav'nly  bridegroom  nigh. 


E:±zz:z?z?:Et:z±::±:=z±:±zz^i=t!: 


2  He  comes,  he  comes,  to  call 

The  nations  to  his  bar, 
And  take  to  glory  all 

Who  meet  for  glory  are  ; 
Make  ready  for  your  free  reward  ; 
Go  forth  with  joy  to  meet  your  Lord. 

3  Go,  meet  him  in  the  sky, 

Your  everlasting  Friend  j 
Your  head  to  glorify, 

With  all  his  saints  ascend; 
Ye  pure  in  heart,  obtain  the  grace 
To  see,  without  a  veil,  his  face. 

4  Ye  that  have  here  received 

The  unction  from  above, 
And  in  his  spirit  lived, 

And  thirsted  for  his  love, 
Jesus  shall  claim  you  for  his  bride  j 
Rejoice  with  all  the  sanctified. 

5  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope 

Of  that  great  day  unknown, 
When  you  shall  be  caught  up 

To  stand  before  his  throne  ; 
Called  to  partake  the  marriage  feast, 
And  lean  on  our  Immanuel's  breast  $ 

6  The  everlasting  doors 

Shall  soon  the  Sciints  receive, 
Above  with  angel  powers 

In  glorious  joy  to  live  ; 
Far  from  a  world  of  grief  and  sin. 
With  God  eternally  shut  in. 

7  Then  let  us  wail  to  hear 

The  trumpet's  welcome  sound  j 
To  see  our  Lord  appear, 

May  we  be  watching  found, 
Enrobed  in  righteousness  divine. 
In  which  the  bride  shall  ever  shine. 


290 


Welcome  Home. 


1.  See,  brethren,  see,  how  the  day  rolls  on,      Quickly  will  the 


z4:£z^=gzEzUz?f[izpz?zt±tztiz?zb3 

2.  Lift  up  your  hearts  and  rejoice  in  God,      Shout  his  prais-es 

3.  Come,  sinners,  come,  let  us  all  awake  !       And  the  spir-it's 

_  ipzpz^zpzpz^Ti^zpzzzzTqznzzz::^] 

-^--^—i — ^-:-^-l — h^-h+i — t — <»  -!*:  :dz2zuz:iz 


4.  Hark,brethren,hark!  hear  the  sound  so  clear ;  Jesus'    com-ing 

5.  Hail,  brethren,  hail:  its  the  new-born  year ;  Gabriel's  trump  we 


P— #  — P^--  -#-- P^-#— #- 


-s—m- 


zEz:tzi±:z±:±-4zz:iz:jJz.t:z:HEz 

Sa  -  vior  come  •,        Hark!  hear  the  sound,  he    will    ap-pear 


.p_. 


rf-atiint 


I i y- — I — 


iV^ 


zi^zzdrt-: 


all      a-broad ;  Soon  shall  we  hear  the  voice,  'tis  done, 

truths  partake ;  Soon  will    ap-pear,    and  oh  !  how  bright, 


rf=":fr:3=-gt=i3;jz;^zt|:E5:t=: 


?=^ 


draweth  near ; 
soon  shall  hear, 


Soon  will  com-mence  as     all     may    see, 
Then  will  the  saints  and    an-gels    sing, 


Cliorus. 


_*z*riz^J^z^z^Vt"5 

ztzEztizBEztzpzi^iEg 


:1^Tq5i]^zl^_^^__j__^ 


■■^9-9-9-9^-^ 


Sweetly  falls  up-on  the  ear.  Then  haste,  let  us  work  till  the 

iEzt:f:Eir=?z?z?--t:5zfEE5=tr^f 


Child, your  Father  calls  come  home. 
Prayer  to  praise  and  faith  to  sight. 

zg=32-z::lazzjz--:f 

The  ever  glo-rious  ju  -  bi  -  lee. 
Glo    ry  be    to  Heaven's  King. 


ADVENT  HARP. 


291 


:j. 


H—i- 


daylight    is  o'er,    Our  hearts  fill'd  with  love  as  we  row  to  the  shore  ; 


?* 


-« 1--^ 1 r  --j 1 


H 1 1- 


Our  earthly  iaho:-  being  done,  How  sweet  the  christian's  welcome  home, 

:!!f:x:1r^=a:qii=-zz:z:ziqzf1=it=niq=z=zi 
— X ±L    p:_.(_ — y^i ±«_j,_  .X 


piizzzzpipijfzfz^ 


ztz~t~tzti — H-^i 
— ! — I — I — +' — #zzj 


It 


pp 
izi:f5zg:p?p: 


■-I — »-^-t-i-4-»-o-^v5-#-^' 

-i^-\ b**-* — -Ll 1 — #-«-! — ^- 

I    ^    ^    ^    f  ^  ^  ^ 


Home,  home,  home,    the  christian's  welcome  home;  Sweet,  ohl  iweet  the  cbristian't 


-S5-< — SQ 


-I — ^-< — =1-1 — =1-^-  - 
-i i-^-hH 1-^-  - 


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rii^zz:-^-^ 


I — ^_ff_^.  .^ — I — #*y  f.  -^j 


—I — ssi-^ — ag- 


-^-^-^-^-^1 


j-ipii^Tizjzgzz-iqzq^Siqjnr 
t::5:tItzUztz5z  J:^:  li^iiitifH 

f..P  If 


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/  P 

1 1 T-l 1 1 T 

J 1 A— « —  " 


-H 1- 


^z?:tiiz_z?"t:i_zi^z?zt:j:?"j^"^i"®x_: 

Lome. 


welcome  home,  welcome  home,  welcome  home,      wel  -  come    home. 

zqzzjzq:ziz|z-zz:zT^z-:  _  _    ^     ^ 
zzz?z?±:±_ztzztz±:±Ezizztzzt±=z 


292 


Jesus  is  there. 


imii-z-iz: 


:b- 


1.  Haste,  my  dull  soul  arise — Shake  off  thy  care; 

>— 4-»i-*-*-F| — b-F-+ -*— Th-'-F 


— ^-4-»-p-F-T^^«-#4-»    I     r  tg-^T 


^ 


^- 


jrizil — iq 1_:  "h— j*-! 


lifclzi^: 


Press  to   thy     na-tive  skies — Migh-ty 

zitz?zi!?:it=zizSz:zzzziz!fzz±t=±:zE 


in    prayer. 


zjz: 


i 


=q=::t:=l: 
zi^ziitzi^: 

Christ,  he  has  gone  before,  Count  all  thy    sufferings  o'er; 


-(^ -, 1^-2«3   -T 1 |H 


't=^ii=t 


3=3=iB=3=3 


ADVENT  HARP. 


293 


J-^- j-^^  --H--H-^--  --^ — -^ — III—-  :ij_i_-tt 


He    all      thy    burdens  bore — Je  -  sus        is     there. 


zEzt=t=*rSl;£z?zt:;- 


:=n=T= 


i; 


— I— I — »_*-l-«-L^_| « #-^-«-^-  -I9-P-H- 

^EpE:pEl9=^^3=5iEi^:SsK 
1 p-T-^«-»4-»— I — F-Tg-t-T*- 


2  Souls  for  the  marriage  feast, 

Robed  and  prepared; — 
Holy  must  be  such  guests: 

Jesus  is  there! 
Saints,  wear  your  victory  palms, 

Chant  your  celestial  psalms: 
Bride  of  the  Lamb,  thy  charms, 

Oh!  let  me  wear. 


3  Heaven's  bliss  is  perfect,  pure — 

Jesus  is  there! 
Heaven's  bliss  is  ever  sure — 

Thou  art  its  heir. 
What  makes  its  joys  complete — 

What  makes  its  hymns  so  sweet; 
There  we  our  friends  will  greet — 

Jesus  is  there. 


294 


Buckfield. 


1.  When  strangers  stand  and  hear  me  tell,  What  beauties  in  my  Savior 


fcfr^zf 


'M-W- 


■MzM: 


tBE;Eii=EE?z? 


dwell ;  Where   he    is  gone  they 


zgrrf 


p:i:iriZiZ|» 


:g;g4z:^=zgz^:Hz^ipitFpgHEz:g4 


Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know, 


Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know,  That 


-^_^_^. 


zz=zi:zz^±z:=:=^=E:IEzt:=?z?:±±:rt=zEzt± 


fain  would  know, 


That  they  may  seek  and  love  him  too; 


=:-zz^zsI?z?z^z^:f^Z3z^zp:izTizz-KZ^I 

L  -LtEzbzEzE:ibzh:ztzz^tz:zz=:iz£l 

That  they  may  seek  and  love  him  too  ;  Where 

zfzf?z^z^Tzlz4zqzz:iz: 

zEzEz[zzp|*zi^zizr:p 

they  may  seek  and  love  him  too  ; 


Where  be  s  gone  they 


ADVENT   HARP. 


295 


pr  =z=r=q:i-r=q^:-=S:Tj8i*:^i:jizp: 


zi—i — ^— j:i:j=j=4 


he       is     gone   they   fain  would  know,  Where  he  is  gone  tney 


-| — I — H — P"  — I — i?i  jii^_ji_  ji_i^ii 


fain  would  know. 


:^=p*z(?z:p:T^zpz^TZ2zi 


know 


i^^m^B^^-Ei^iB^t 


F-i 1 1 ^-G- 


fain  would  know,  That  they  may  seek  and    love    him     too 


2  0  may  my  spirit  daily  rise 

On  wings  of  faith  above  the  skies. 
Till  I  shall  make  my  last  remove, 
To  dwell  forever  with  my  love. 

8  In  paradise  within  the  gates. 
An  higher  entertainment  waits; 
Fruits   new  and  old,  laid  up  in  store. 
There  we  shall  feed — but  want  no  more. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  fuilh  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

5  Come,  my  beloved,  haste  away, 
Cut  short  the  hours  of  thy  delay; 
Fly,  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe, 
Over  the  hills  where  spices  grow. 


Millennial  Glory. 


296 

Muac  for  the  first,  second,  fifth,  sixth,  eleventh  and  twelfth  lines  ineacft 
stauKu  

^ -^-k>*-|-| — I — -^-{-1 — I 


-|Z_^_T_{Z_^. 


-»-^- 


1.  Re-joice,     re  -  joice. 


the     prom-is'd  time        is 


Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promis'd  time  is  coming,  Rejoice,  rejoice,  the 
Shall  hail  the  glorious  jubilee.  Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promis'd  time 


_«^_|_^.  .\ — — ^-  -I — j — I — I — I — u_| — I m±.9_ 

0 X — I -L__l ^l_|__t^_^l y^    _L_^__^. 

coming,  Re  -joice,   re  -  joice,  the   wil-der-ness    shall     bloom  j 


-9-P-  W    9    m        9        -0-0. 


=tzitcJt=t£Htzt=ti:prp-^:zprIt=t:t 

zEzi^r?lEzEE^fEzEz^±:trt:t=U=±:E=EE 

wilderness  shall  bloom,  The  Gospel  banner,  wide  unfurl'd,  Shah 
is  coming.  Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  wilderness  shall  bloom. 

Music  for  the  third  and  fourth  lines  in  each  stanza. 

=5T:Jzq'^-z;,T-cq'^z]z^Tztzii^dz;^i~z: 

zit?z?z?zil:  :@z^z^zi^i?z?z?zit:  ::pz|L_. 

X 0l -L ^-1-1 ^— 

And  Zi-on's  children  then  shall  sing,  The  deserts  all  are    blossoming. 


~^'  'Z\z~^t':^z^'  'z  iz|'!:zz'^az|zi]^zlz'^' :  -~|~-p— i-f 

-^^■d-id—d  -^^-^-^-^  ^  ^-ad  -■^-^-'^-9-9 — l-t 

.0.9    9     9  .0-0-0-0-0.  9     9     &  .0.  _0_ 


zr^' — 


m 


wave  in  triumph  o'er  the  world.  And  ev'ry  creature,  bonder  Ue^f 


ADVENT  HARP. 


297 


Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promis'd  time  is  coming, 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  Jerusalem  shall  sing; 
From  Zion  shall  the  law  go  forth. 
And  all  shall  hear,  from  south  to  north. 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promis'd  time  is  coming, 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  Jerusalem  shall  sing; 
And  truth  shall  sit  on  ev'ry  hill, 
And  blessings  flow  in  evry  rill. 
And  praise  shall  evVy  heart  employ. 
And  ev'ry  voice  shall  shout  for  joy. 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promis'd  time  is  coming, 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  Jerusalem  shall  sing. 

3 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promis'd  time  is  coming. 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  "  Prince  of  peace  "  shall 
And  lambs  may  with  the  leopard  play,  [reign; 
For  naught  shall  harm  in  Zion's  way. 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promis'd  time  is  coming, 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  "Prince  of  Peace  "  shall 
The  sword  and  spear  of  needless  worth, [reign; 
Shall  prune  the  tree  and  plough  the  earth, 
For  peace  shall  smile  from  shore  to  shore, 
And  nations  shall  learn  war  no  more. 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promis'd  time  is  coming, 
Rejoice,  rejoice, the  "Prince  of  Peace  "  shall 
reign. 

Music  for  the  seventh,  eighth,  ninth  and  tenth  lines  in  each  stanza. 


298 


Reiiieinber  Me, 


1.  By    faith  we    find     the     place    a-bove,  The 


EbiS:*:;: 


t=t::=t=±r=t=t=^i 


g^farn^Jf:3=e= 


Ej!*=£=*:fe?i:Ji>zE?zzs^=i^3:;± 

rock  that  rent  in     twain,  Be-neath  the  shade    of 

:^:#— zl— q:i::]rinT|x;|i-T::t==j=q=i=T 


H-l — h- 


zE=£Er— ?:±:tzztJz:t:=it:=:t=t:=t= 


.t:=lt:=:t=t:=t: 

As-sured    that    all     who 


1 1 — --\ — ^_X_s» 0 o ^-^O-zO — •-- L 

"O         W         O  FINE, 

dy  -  ing  love,  And      in       the    cleft      re  -  main.    Je  - 


_   _  zz — szizg- 

tzztzitzt: 


zzzfzltiztizt:: 


trust    in    thee  shall      ev   -  er  -  more     a    -    bide. 


ADVENT   HARP. 


299 


-m-o- 


■G -^ 


sus,   to  thy  dear  wounds  we  flee ;  We  sink  into  thy 


:^zzzqz-Tz: 
±z[zz?z5±tiz 


t: 


izpzp±zpz::^zp  _  zj:  zpzfizpz^:  t 


Then  let  the  thundering  trumpet  sound, 

The  latest  lightnings  glare; 
The  mountains  melt,  the  solid  ground 

Dissolve  as  liquid  air; 
The  huge  celestial  bodies  roll 

Amidst  the  general  fire, 
And  shrivel  as  a  parchment  scroll, 

And  all  in  smoke  expire! 


reigns, 


Yet  still  the  Lord,  the  Savior, 

When  nature  is  destroyed, 
And  no  created  thing  remains 

Throughout  the  flaming  void. 
Sublime  upon  his  azure  throne, 

He  speaks  th'  Almighty  word; 
His  fiat  is  obeyed;    'tis  done, 

And  paradise  restored. 

So  be  it!  let  this  system  end, 

This  ruinous  earth  and  skies! 
The  New  Jerusalem  descend, 

The  new  creation  rise! 
Thy  power  omnipotent  assume! 

Thy  brightest  majesty! 
And  when  thou  dost  in  glory  come, 

My  Lord,  remember  me! 


300 


Wreath. 


-^7* 


-^B 1 y^_«_^_^ Ss 


^-  -I — ^- 


1.  A  -  way  with  our  sorrow  and  fear, We  soon  shall 


-P_^_^zzp:::z]_z]_^_z^_z]_^_, — .i^-izi 
-I — ! — *-^ — I — I 9 — ^ — «««•- 


-1,1^-^- 


#^« 


re-cov-er  our  home;  The  city  of  saints  shall  appear;  The 

z^zjz^^I^zpzSzfzpzpztztzitfzpzi 

Xl 1 ^— J-^ ^-^ ^-J-l 1 -L 

~^-^-^-^Tpzp      t       r^- 


-P-#-^  J-#-^—  -j — I — # — M-^ — I- 
-I — hi-*-* — #-+H-f^-i — +-I — *-^- 


«i/z^z!?z^z± 


day  of  e  -  ter-ni-ty  come,  From  earth  we  shall  quickly  re- 

P_P_^_     ,--=^ ^-f»-T 

•I 1 i 4    _    _    9-Q-& ~— 1 1—  - 

^.^rizgz-zipz-zq^ 

-Jzzi^zi^zfzfczjzfc 

move,  And  mount  to  our  native  a  -  bode ;  The  house  of  our 

pzpzlqKipzipz 


_i — j ^_Z] — Z|- 


z[zzt=±-^-^-^ 


:-;z:^z.-pz±pz|zztzz:  r  ztrtz 


Father  above,  The     pal-ace    of    angels  and     God. 

|z|zzf!ztzzJiJZizf:pz:pz:pz:pzpzpzSz^ 


S 


-^-^-^ 


-Lj: — I — X_^ — i^_. 


•^ — ^-^~^- 


ADVENT   HARP.  301 

2  Our  mourning  is  all  at  an  end, 

"When,  raised  by  the  life-giving  Word, 
We  see  the  new  city  descend, 

Adorned  as  a  bride  for  her  Lord ; 
The  city  so  holy  and  clean, 

No  sorrow  can  breathe  in  the  air, 
No  gloom  of  affliction  or  sin ; 

No  shadow  of  evil  is  there. 


By  faith  we  already  behold 

That  lovely  Jerusalem  here  ; 
Her  walls  are  of  jasper  and  gold, 

As  crystal  her  buildings  are  clear  : 
[mmovably  founded  in  grace, 

She  stands,  as  she  ever  hath  stood, 
And  brightly  her  Builder  displays. 

And  flames  with  the  glory  of  God. 


4  No  need  of  the  sun  in  that  day, 

Which  never  is  followed  by  night ; 
The  glory  of  God  will  display 

A  pure  and  a  permanent  light : 
The  saints  in  his  presence  receive 
Their  great  and  eternal  reward ; 
With  Jesus  forever  they  live, 

And  reign  on  the  earth  with  their  Lord. 
20 


302 


Garland. 


Sz3=5S|:ti|ij4::5J:T-i=!=J^ 

1.  Sing,  ye  re-deem-ed     of  the  Lord,  Your  great  deliver-er 


'W-S^'. 


pfctztztifcEEiiEBirlEz^it'ztztiziz:: 

2.  See  the  fair  way  his  hand  hath  rais'd  ;  How  holy ,  and  how 

:Sri=_=_:xEz?:i£-E:iEzFiE:tE£zJ-: 


3.  No   rav'ning     li  -  on  shall  destroy,    No    lurking  serpent 

4.  A   hand  di-vine  shall  lead  you  on,  Thro'    all  the  blissful 


sing; 

Z2zz: 


plain! 


zt=^=:^rt.z:1zz^zt=l=4 


Pilgrims    for         Zi  -  on's      ci  -  ty  bound.  Be 
Z^ZZi^ZZ^ZTlf^Z^ITZIllZZZJZTZqzZZZT 


:dzz:^zzJzz 


?zz?z 

Nor  shall  the      simplest       trav'lers     err,    Nor 
I^ZZZZTZ^ 


:?5EEEEE^EfeEZ?EfegiEtEl 

wound;  Pleasure  and      safe  -  ty,  peace  and  praise,  Thro' 
road,  'Till    to      the        sa  -  cred  mount    you  rise,    And 


joy 


ful  in  your  King,  be  joyful  in  your  King. 


=t£:;£t:t-?:TC=t=tr±i:c-€:itr=£ 

ask the  track  in  vain,  nor  ask  the  track  in  vain. 


zSzJq:z]z-:izz^z:4ZpT:^z-:jzz:2:xzz:|:- 


all.  . 
see  . . 


the  path  are  found,  thro'all  the  path  are  found, 
your  smiling  God,  and  see  your  smiling  God. 


Consummation. 


303 


;ESE3EtEz3:t 


1.  The  Lord,  the  judge,  be-fore     his  throne    Bids 


t:f:|fz=zT=z:q:x:^ 


::?:t 


2.  No  more  shall  bold    blas-phem-ers    say  Judg- 


— -^-t=-+---P--- 


pzz_i 


-h- 


:^z:'^zziz:::^c:t± 


3.  Thron'd  on  a    cloud  our  God  shall  come.  Bright 

4.  Heav'n  from  above     his    call  shall    hear,  At  - 


the  whole  earth  draw  nigh,  The  na-tions    near      the     ri  -  sing 
^X_^--^_-I-^— ^-I —-1 (5-1     ^-^I 


menl  will  ne'er    be  -  gin 

=z:p:t^ — 


No    more   a  -  buse 

z:z^:iz^.z^:izz: 

g — I —  "niZiZZ  '"'^"" 


his    long    de  - 

:^z:zzz:ij::: 
tz:fzzz:^:t 


flames  prepare  his    way,    Thunder    and     darkness,     fire     and 
tend-ing       an-gels  come  j  And  earth  and   hell   shall  know,  and 


sun.  And  near  the  western  sky,  And  near  the  western  sky. 

zz:z"tz:lz£z[zz  "izzz^ii^'tt 


tzlizzzifz 

lay.   To       im-pudence  and  sin.  To  im-pudence  and  sin. 


r-:4 


z=r:t::i==l-±==t±r:=Ei:?;:d:±:=t:iirP-: 

storm  Lead  on  the  dreadful  day,  Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 
fear  His  justice  and  their  doom,  His  justice  and  their  doom- 


New  York, 


2:!:§:i=q^qf^=S3|i=S[^r?l*ri= 


1.  He  comes,      he  comes,     the  Judge  severe,  The  seventh 


S^i5S:S:3^3l^r==?i^~z^i! 


I 4- 


I — 


^-^  #_^. 


-  .-^_i —  [^. .. — ^  J. — ^-^ 

J r^ 1 JL 


zt^::::pif?::?z4-z3-3::5:3::34--H=*3?:: 


Trumpet  speaks  him    near  ;  His  light-nings  flash, 

f  f 


II  is  thun- 


-9-(^- 


:r 


iTZDzizjiTzzzT-zq^qizzzz^iT-zzz^ij: 

\-~M ^  — -?^_^-_(.-?S_^_, 5S._^-| 


ii    u_    -    a.«      ^    ,-<^--'*l-«-^-^-^-h----'=-/»-^---- 
||— h-— p--j--^ — _~XZ[ZZX'~' _T       i — ' — i~~'~i — I — I 


0--r 

0- 


— ^— t^-- 1-5* 
=[= 

ders  roll —         lie's  wel  come  to 

ztzt:J^^=t:±:rzr: 


Ei:£tEt:|-H?:i|E!Sz:i£Eg^E!:i 


zb 


-c- 


f    I 


f      T      f      T 

izjzqi^z^. 


f       ! 


^tf 


Adaeio. 


ztzt:±_z?±Ezz±[zztilzz^z^lEztfzz?i?:E!: 

Welcome,  welcome,  welcome,  welcome, Welcome  to  the  faithful  soul. 

zez,fiT^z^ifiz?  J  ^z,^  i:^z.z_?r?zzTlzzzj  ^- 
-I — \-t&z\i'.  izz^i  bz'^:  zjzzz:;^:  izz^:  iznf :  iijilit 

2  Descending  on  his  azure  throne 
He  claims  the  kingdoms  as  his  own. 
The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word, 
And  hail  him       iheir  triimiphant  Lord. — Welcome,  Ac. 

3  Shout,  all  ye  angels  of  the  sky, 
And  all  the  saints  of  the  Most  High: 
Our  God,  who  now  his  right  obtains, 
For  ever  and  forever  reiizns: — Welcome,  &c. 

4  The  Father  praise,  the  Son  adore. 
The  Spirit  idess  for  evermore: 
Salvation's  glorious  work  is  done; 
We  welcome  thee,  thou  glorious  One  I  —  Welcome,  &c. 


Ward.    L.  M. 


1.  Let  Ih'    sev'nth  angel  sound  on     high, 


Let  shouts  be 


i^.t3:irS;^rJfS 


>!ES^E*-^^±-^-^"t 


z^=l:=^z;::jz^ 


2^;?±=dzt=e=±:izS:± 


2.  Al-mighty      God,  thy  povv'r  as  -  sume,     Who    wast,  and 

zi:t:5L?z^z?:i:tzt:itz[iiz?ri:z!?zli::bti 

3.  Now  must  the  ri  -  sing  dead  ap  -  pear,      Now     the  de- 


^Sii^iS^Jtt^igiE^ila^g 


heard    thro'  all    the 


sky  ;  Kings  of  the        earth,  with  glad  ao- 

IZllTZllZZtl 


zzj:^pJ^z^z^iz2zHzz)z:JHz:5faz^:i 
zi!z=ztziEz[zztz±z=zt2^zi[^zzi:f^z:z:±2t^± 

art,       and  art     to  come-,    Je-sus    the    Lamb,  who  once  was 

ci  -  sive  sen  -  tence      hear ;    Now  the  dear  mar-tyrs       of    the 


-5iv*-i^-=y— 3: 


3=^f-^iH 


-Jdz 


^z:tz8'z:±:2^zz2:±:<if 


cord         Give         up      your     king  -  doms       to        the       Lord. 

—  zz~:i — z"^ 

^fzzjziqzzjzzzjrqizijzg 


-o- 


:ztz 


£=£}; 


g 


slain, 


For 


ev  -   er  lire,      for 

z£i:t:«;i±:brrtl=t— -tr; 

Lord,       Re  ceive  an         in    •    hn 


roign. 


-G- 

-h-- 

:iz: 

ite      re    -    ward. 


:tz± 


li 


306 


Remember  Lot's  Wife. 


^ 


:At: 


•ut 


^—9-9 


3g 


-9- 


EFE 


t^ 


5^ 


How  proue  are  professors  to  rest  on  their      lees,      To 


^ 


t 


:^=^: 


t 


^ 


=P= 


i=p: 


W= 


"d-9 


T~r 


:1: 


stu-dy  their  pleasure,  their  profit  and  ease  \  Though  God  says  a- 


-+-T- 


+----•- 


jSl. 


i^zpz^: 


t 


'isztjL 


otz^ 


^--H- 


— j \ ^_ 

-4. 


-L4- 


^=^: 

■     t 


rise,  and    es  -  cape      for    thy  life,  And      look  not   be- 

~W^9 


F-  -I 9-^-r- 


-H- 


.-#_i«— , 


:^q:^=?zi 


3e 


hind  you,And  look     not   be  -  hind  you.  "  Remember  Lot's  wife." 


-9-9-9 


s: 

t~~tl     '     ~+t'^'B"'~ 


:hi — r^. 


ADVENT  HARP,  307 

Awake  from  thy  slumbers,  the  warning  believe 
'Tis  Jesus  that  calls  you,  the  message  receive; 
While  dangers  are  pending,  escape  for  thy  life, 
And  look  not  behind  you ;  "  remember  Lot's  wife ! " 

The  first  bold  apostate  will  tempt  you  to  stay, 
And  tell  you  that  lions  are  found  in  the  way ; 
He  means  to  deceive  you,  escape  for  thy  life. 
And  look  not  behind  you  ;  "  remember  Lot's  wife  ! " 

How  many  poor  souls  has  the  tempter  beguiled  ! 
With  specious  temptations  how  many  defiled ! 
O,  be  not  deluded,  escape  for  thy  life. 
And  look  not  behind  you ;  "  remember  Lot's  wife  I " 

The  ways  of  religion  true  pleasure  afford, 
No  pleasures  can  equal  the  joys  of  the  Lord ; 
Forsake  then  the  world  and  escape  for  thy  life. 
And  look  not  behind  you  ;  "  remember  Lot's  wife  ! " 

But  if  you  determine  the  call  to  refuse, 
And  venture  the  way  of  destruction  to  choose, 
For  hell,  you  will  part  with  the  blessings  of  life. 
And  then,  if  not  now,  you  '11 "  remember  Lot's  wife !  * 


308      "A  Pilgrim  and  a  Stranger." 


Heb.  XI.  13. 


^ 


TTT~; 


^^^ 


n^ 


4^ 


1.  I'm  a        pil  -  grim    and  I'm  a      stran-ger ; 


i 


I  can  tar-ry,  I     can  tar-ry,  but  a    night; 


L      .     L     I— #—#—#--# 


^— ^ 


-^ — h 


:P=3 


-t^-^ 


^— -^ — ^ — ^ 


-n 


^-#-^ 


n-H"-#- 


4-t 


1 


Do  not  de  -  tain  me,        for  I     am        go  -  ing, 


■^ — ^ — ^- 


■^- 


D.  C. 


ifzit?: 


4: 


^ 


To  where  the  fountains  are  ev  -  er         flow-ing. 


-U  U  U- 


-•-#-5 


:t=t--± 


-  ■  ■!     H     1  ■ 


ADVENT  HARP.  309 

There  the  glory  is  ever  shining ! 

0,  my  longing  heart,  my  longing  heart  is  there 

Here  in  this  country  so  dark  and  dreary, 

f  long  have  wandered  forlorn  and  weary. 

I  'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I  'm  a  stranger,  &c. 

There  's  the  city  to  which  I  journey  ; 
My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  its  light ! 
There  is  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing. 
Nor  any  tears  there,  nor  any  dying  ! 
I  'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I  'm  a  stranger,  &c. 

Farewell,  neighbors,  with  tears  I  've  warned  you, 
I  must  leave  you,  I  must  leave  you  and  be  gone ! 
With  this  your  portion,  your  hearts'  desire — 
Why  will  you  perish  in  raging  fire  ? 
I  'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I  'm  a  stranger,  &c. 

Father,  mother  and   sister,  brother ! 

If  you  will  not  journey  with  me  I  must  go  ! 

Now  since  your  vain  hopes  you  will  thus  cherish, 

Should  I  too  linger  and  with  you  perish  ? 

I  'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I  'm  a  stranger,  &c. 

Farewell,  dreary  earth,  by  sin  so  blighted. 

In  immortal  beauty  soon  you  '11  be  arrayed  ! 

He  who  has  formed  thee,  will  soon  restore  thee! 

And  then  thy  dread  curse  shall  never  more  be : — 

I  'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I  'm  a  stranger 

Till  thy  rest  shall  end  the  weary  pilgrim's  nighU 


310 


The  God  of  Abraham. 


:z=S=i^iitztzt7t~it±:J:?=lt=?zlzii3 


1.    The   God  of  Abraham  praise,  Who  reigns  enthroned  a  - 


J — ^_| — ^. 
:tzt-cz  ^ 

2.  The  God  of  Abraham  praise,  At  whose  supreme  command 

3.  The   God   of  Abraham  praise,   Whose  all  -  suf-  ficient 


bove;    An>cient    of  ev-er- lasting  days.   And    God  of       love; 

-  tt3:tI3-i*=-U?EE^a£lt:t==fc:p3 

From    earth      I      rise — and  seek  the  joys      At      his  right    hand: 
grace    Shall  guide  me  all  my   happy  days.     In      all    his      ways : 


zzzi:^z::ti1zq^i 


?z?z?zi^: 


Itzzt: 

Am! 


By  earth  and  heav'n  con  -  feas'd  ; 


zftzztzt^EztztzUzttztz 


Je  -  hovah.  Great  I 

t±EzEztE?ziSz?:P'^=^-^=^"^^-^- 

I        all    on  earth  for  -  sake.        Its  wisdom,  fame,  and      power, 
Ife    calls  a  worm  his    friend,       lie      calls  himself  my       God! 

--*-! — I — »-o — Ws — &-»-\ — -—  -B  -a-\ 

■TP-.^tzt=::3z3|tr::trtrErfzit=tr 


ADVENT   HARP. 


311 


■r —— 1-#— r-^— g-g-g- 

-  -H — .--#-U-iH — t4^f^--  - 
— 1-^ ^— f-> ^-^ — l-l 


0> 


I       bow  and  bless  the 


aa-cred  name,  For  ■ 


ev  -  er     bless'd. 


And 
And 


-»- 


I^EiE'lEjJgf"'^**' 


•i£- 


lEE 


him    my   on  -  ly 
he  ahull  save  me 


portion  make,    My  shield  and    lower, 
to    the  end,    Thro' Je  -  sus'    blood. 


He  by  Himself  hath  sworn, 

I  on  his  oath  depend, 
I  shall  on  eagles'  wings  upborne 

To  Heaven  ascend : 
I  shall  behold  his  face, 

I  shall  his  power  adore. 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  his  grace 

Forevermore. 


There  dwells  the  Ix>rd  our  King, 

The  Lord  our  righteousness, 
Triurnpant  o'er  the  wurld  and  sin ; 

The  Prince  of  Peace 
Oa  Sion's  sacred  height 

His  kingdom  will  maintain, 
And  glorious,  with  his  saints  in  light, 

Forever  reiga. 


SECOND  PART.  S 

Though  nature's  strength  decay,  He  '11  keej)  hid  own  secure. 

And  earth  and  hell  withstand,  Ami  guani  them  by  his  side, 

To  Canaan's  bounds  I  urge  my  way.  Arrayed  in  garments  while  and  pure, 


At  his  command 
The  watery  deep  I  pass, 

With  Jesus  in  my  view  ; 
And  thro'  the  howling  wilderness. 

My  way  pursue. 


His  spot'.cds  bride ; 
With  streams  of  sacred  bliss, 

With  groves  of  living  joy, 
With  all  the  fruits  of  paradise, 

He  will  supply. 


The  goodly  land  I  see. 

With  peace  and  plenty  bless'd  ! 
A  land  of  sacred  liberty. 

And  endless  rest  -, 
There  milk  and  honey  flow, 

And  oil  and  wine  abound  •, 
And  trees  of  life  forever  grow, 

With  mercy  crowned. 


Before  the  Holy  One,  • 

They  all  exulting  stand. 
And  tell  the  wonders  he  hath  done, 

Through  all  their  land. 
The  listening  spheres  attend, 

And  sweUthe  growing  fame. 
And  sing  in  songs  which  never  end 

The  \Yondrou5  Name. 


312" When  the  King  of  kings  comes." 


Moderate 


^ — 1  — ^•^-i'^-] — I — i-  — ^—i^-^ — I-  -H-^ — 


z3::in=i]: 


1.    When  the  King  of  kings  comes,  When  the  Lord  cf  lords  comes, 

(cv)      4,  -  -^r^zf zi 3zzbi?Ti^z*z_iz_z_ t 

2.    When  the  trump  of   God  calls,  When  the  last  of  foes   falls, 

, -r^'-&—m. T  a9  —  &^ 

g^'.^-^ T ip_^_^-^i#^-pi 

^—-'ik^—o-&  -&-&—  9 — «-  -^-*»*-f — Y--  "hi — r"  - 


-^-^-^-^ 


^i -L 


/^ 

Unison.                      -> 

mm 

. 

. 

— » 

■ 

- 



.    — 

L 

We  shall  have  a     joy  -  ful  day,  We  shall  have  a      joy  -  fiil     day, 


Z« 

-i- 


We  shall  have  a     joy  -  ful  day,   We  shall  have  a        joy   -  ful    day, 

L^ <^.d L^ 1^ , 1 1 1-'^ 'irf  — rf  —I Mnl ' 


__._±^_g^_l— J 


,»*--r 


-^z:zi:fz3zt#tzi^ 

When  the  King  of  kings  comes  ;  Great  Baby  -  Ion      is        bro  -  ken 


--A- 


zj^D*:: 


'if*!-zhi'f-i^if=l---^-i-?-«'S?' 

\\  ht-n  the  King  of  kings  comes  j  O,  then  the    saints,  raised  from    the 


-1 1 ^-^- 


I 


ziztlt: 


■^-  ^- 


-«*-+ — 


ADVENT  HARP.  313 

jown,  And  king-doms  once    of     great    re  -  nown,    And  aainta  now 
dead,    Are  with  the    liv  -  ing     gath  -  er  -  ed, 

zz=-z:tz=:zi=1z=1"1; 

ztzz^zt:±tiz:[z±zzz^ 


0—e 


And    all   made 


^Z.!Z]_?!!!)-^_a.| ^ 

--^ 1 ! 1- 


t-=-^±^--:^---±--±± 


jz-zz:^:inzzz:±zq:lz^:^:j^3=i:j==l{::jrh: 

— I — ^ 1-4- — 1-4—1 kn-^ — ^ — ^+?rd-|-'- 

!    suffering,  wear  the  crown,  When  the  King  of    kings     comes. 

1 


like  their    glo-rious    Head,  When  the  King  of     kings      comefl. 


!EEES 


-U---A 


zM—z±:s^:tzz--z^ziizi^ 


t=dtL 


When  the  foe's  distress  comes, 
Then  the  church's  "  rest "  conies  ; 
We  shall  have  a  joyful  day. 

When  the  King  of  kings  comes  : 
And  then  the  new  Jerusalem, 
Surpassing  all  reports  of  fame, 
Bhines,  worthy  of  its  Maker's  name. 

When  the  King  of  kings  comes. 


When  the  world  its  course  has  run, 
When  the  judgment  is  begun  ; 
We  shall  have  a  joyful  day, 

When  the  King  of  kings  comes, 
To  see  the  sons  of  God  well  known, 
All  spotless  to  their  Father  shown. 
And  Jesus  all  his  brethren  own. 

When  the  King  of  kings  cornea. 


When  the  conqueror's  hour  comes. 
When  he  with  great  power  comes : 
We  shall  have  a  joyful  day. 

When  the  King  of  kings  comes  : 
To  see  all  things  by  him  restored, 
And  God  himself  alone  adored 
By  all  the  saints,  with  one  accord, 

When  the  King  of  kings  cornea. 


314 


Here  is  no  Rest 


®-4 

Z7 


-1^^^ 


ti^z'!:*zi- 


1.    Here  o'er  the  earth  as  a  stranger  I  roam,  Here  is  no  rest, 
Here   as  a     pil-grim  I     wander  alone,     Yet  1  am  blest, 


/7\— 


Q:i-^^z#zgzzzgz^z^T^z^:^a:zTzzz~z-_ 

^-~-^—\ — i — ^  -I — I — ^—  -| — h-i—f— (^-  -•  -#-•-#- 

-^ ^ -L J  i U-*^-l 

My  heart  doth  leap  whilel  hear  Jesus  say,There,thereisrest, 


Fine. 


^^H 


D.  C, 


is  no 
I  am 


rest ; 
blest. 


For  I  look  forward  to  that 
When  sin  and  sorrow  will 


,    zzziz:r:3-z;rq:zz| 
gzq^ztzi|::?z^,ZirH 


glo  -  ri  -  ous  day, 
van-ish    a-way. 


:iz:iz|:E*z^:?z^z 

z:zj__^j:z_|z_ts#-^-i — i 


m-9 


there  is  rest. 


.^_ 


9—» 


-r^" 

:^^^ 


^-^-9 — - 


Here  fierce  temptations  beset  me  around  ;  Here  is  no  rest — is  no  rest : 
Here  I  am  grieved  while  my  foes  me  surround }  Yet  I  am  blest — I 
am  nlest. 
Let  them  revile  me  and  scoff  at  my  name, 
Laugh  at  my  weeping — endeavor  to  sliame  5 
1  will  go  forward,  for  liiis  is  my  theme ;  There,  there  is  rest — there 
is  rest. 

3 
Here  are  afflictions  and  trials  severe  ;  Here  is  no  rest — is  no  rest ; 
Here  I  must  part  with  the  friends  I  hold  dear ;  Yet  I  am  blest — I  am 
blest. 
Sweet  is  the  promise  I  read  in  his  word  ; 
Blessed  are  they  who  have  died  in  the  Lord  ; 
They  will  be  eall'd  to  receive  their  reward  3 — Then   there    is  rest 
— there  is  rest. 

4 
This  world  of  cares  is  a  wilde.-ncss  state,  Here  is  no  rest — is  no  rest  ; 
Mere  I  must  bear  from  the  world  all  its  hale, — Yet  I  am  blest — I  ain 
blest. 
Soon  shall  I  be  from  the  wicked  released, 
Soon  shall  the  weary  forever  be  blest. 
Soon  shall  I  lean  upon  Jesus'  breast — Then    there    is    rest — there  ia 
rest. 


"To'day  the  Saviour  calls."      315 


and  Treble. 


HI— ::-g^— ^— r:id: 


:=t 


1.  To-day     the  Sav-iour  calls!  Ye  wand'rors  come; 


-fi»-4—# 


ztzzlzn 


zzt±z?z±2^=zfczit:i 


-^- 


0,      ye      be  -  nighted       souls,  Why  long-er  roam. 


-Q m 


See= 


t:=t= 


-1 — I — \\-- 


_;:;2z:: 


:iE 


2.  To-day  the  Saviour  calls! 

Oh,  listen  now; 
Within  these  sacred  walls 
To  Jesus  bow. 

3.  To-day  the  Saviour  calls! 

For  refuge  fly; 
The  storm  of  vengeance  falls; 
Ruin  is  nigh. 

4.  The  Spirit  calls  to-day! 

Yield  to  his  pow'r: 
Oh,  grieve  him  not  away; 
'Tie  mercy's  hour. 


V- 


©-■-- 


316 


"When  the  harvest  is  past." 


:zhz:sr-^-^ 


,    J  When  llie      har-vest    is      past,  and  (he     summer  is 
■  (  Wlien  llie  beams  cease  to  break  of  the  sweet  Sabbath 


^1^  _,«*»- -r 


:=l-=|-4 


:|ir*zi!';::- 


iqzzjzit- 


i0-       -rr  '    '    ' 

gone,  And  warn-ings  and  prayers  shall  be         o'er:   ?  ^yhgntije 
morn;  And    Je  -  sus    in  -  vites  thee    no        more:^ 

E^-^5feE:gi:^E^ESf:GE*E| 

rp_4z e__^.  -  -, 1 \ P-^-|-^ ^-+ 


-9 

-9- 


ii3=:3=3&=3=^&=T-| 


-9 — » 


rich  gales      of     mer  -  cy      no      long  -  er      shall   blow,  The 


:z=t:lt=t=f::t:^ 


u U-I-l i — ! — 9 — G — 9—  -I — *- 


?=tti: 


— I- 


^•^ ,S-T 1- 


gos  -  pel    no      message      de  -  dare  \  Sin  -  ner,  how  can'st  thou 


ADVENT  HARP. 


317 


H-T-^ 


bear  the    deep  wail-ings   of     wo!  Howsuf-fer     the 


-t 


'-W=W- 


t=^ 


night  of    despair!  How  suffer  the  night  of  des  -  pair. 


zpz:p~,#:i:i]z~i::zlzqz 


"  The  harvest  is  past,  the  summer  is  ended,  and  we  are  not  saved."    Jer. 
vii.  20. 

1 
When  the  harvest  is  past,  and  the  summer  is  gone; 

And  warnings  and  prayers  shall  be  o'er; 
When  the  beams  cease  to  break  of  the  sweet  Sabbath  morn 

And  Jesus  invites  thee  no  more; 
When  the  rich  gales  of  mercy  no  longer  shall  blow. 

The  gospel  no  message  declare; 
Sinner,  how  can'st  thou  bear  the  deep  wailings  of  woe; 

How  suffer  the  night  of  despair. 


When  the  holy  have  gone  to  the  regions  of  peace, 

Those  heavenly  mansions  to  prove  ; 
When  their  harmony  wakes  in  the  fulness  of  blifli^ 

Their  song  to  the  Saviour  they  love; 
Say,  O  Sinner,  that  livest  at  rest  and  secure. 

Who  fearest  no  trouble  to  come, 
Can  thy  spirit  the  swellings  of  sorrow  endure 

Or  bear  the  impenitent's  doom! 
21 


318        "Hail  to  the  bmhiness" 


-^-- 


^Br^E^aigi?:^-^ 


=3j:j±iig^ij£l:|±rg5::±S:CK 


1.  Hail  to  the  brightnesa  of  Zion'a  glad  morning  !  Joy  to  the 


s^-\^- 


_«z^_3^:  :i|:z|rq:  :zjz |:^_^  zp":  :zt  _ij  _z]:  J 

lands  that  in  darkness  have  lain  ;  Hush'd  be  the  accents    of  .-forrow  and 


\p-Vo-9-m- 


±S^M 


-(9 \ )-  y-» 1 (--r ) , 

-a^-S-f^- -i — •  -^- -i ^ — « — I 1—  . g.  Ig- 


mourning,     Zi  -  on  in      tri  -  umph    be  -   gins  her  mild  reign. 

^f2^ftj.fi.    .ft 

:tzzU=S:  :t=p=ip:t:srp=i?::|:zi| 


EEEEEtxzz 


t~EEEt!fSEE:± 


-©T 


i 


2.  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning, 

Long  by  the  prophets  of  Israel  foretold; 
Hail  to  the  millions  from  bondage  returning. 
Gentiles  and  Jews  the  blest  vision  behold. 

3.  Lo,  in  the  desert  rich  flowers  are  springing. 

Streams  ever  copious  are  gliding  along; 
Loud  from  the  mountain-tops  echoes  are  ringing 
Wastes  rise  in  verdure,  and  mingle  in  song, 

4.  See,  the  dead  risen  from  land  and  from  ocean, 

Praise  to  Jehovah  ascending  on  high; 
Fall'n  are  the  engines  of  war  and  commotion, 
Shouts  of  salvation  are  rending  the  sky. 


I       "When  shall  the  voice  of  singiug."   319 


When  sliall  the  voice  of  sing  -  ingf.  Flow  joyfully    a-long,  ) 
When  hill  and  val-ley  ringing',  With  one  triumphant  song,  5 


:t=B:=Pt=U=t: 


^-9- 


Proclaim  the  contest  ended, And  Him  who  once  was  slain, 


-mi 


E^z^zti 


-9-  -&-    -0-  ^ 

A  -  gain  to  earth  descended, In  righteousness  to  reign. 


■Mz: 


:4=l==l-::1 
'tzjtzazm: 


'-^mm 


ziEz 


Then  from  the  lofty  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly; 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply; 
High  tow'r  and  lofty  dwelling. 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
AH  hallelujah  swelling, 

In  one  eternal  sound. 


320  "Awake!  ye, awake,'' 


1.  A-wake  ye,    a-wake!     For  the  midnight  cry  is 


tfii^ziztfz:: 


zq!3zz^z^izzizzz  7  -"iqtzt  i  ii^_ij^qS:^qi: 
z?zi^ziz?z±zztz^zipzz^z? 


L 


sounding,  Awake  ye,  awake !  For  behold  the  Bridegroom 


-z± 

0- 


0  T^ 


zjzzif^itTil- 


zzszz; 


— pm ^•v 


n^-- 


-r--A-- 


.iigzisziz:: 


z^B^^zlwzfzizz: 


_Z|_^_1 1 [l-i 1 1- 


-«-(©- 


0-W-0-m 

— -i ^-1 1 


:?£i^ziz?zi  tzzUztztt—^-^- 

cometh!   Awake  ye,  awake!  Let  your  lamps  be  trim'd  and 

izz-zn'^zli 


, , ^-T^- 


-0^~^:-0-^0-^'^-^^ — ^-^ 


:^zip!5z^-^ 


]=zz1^ii5z«zi;i:i4zzzzz 

>v — w   :*ztzilz:  :i[^zzz^zzzlfci-i^::?-^=t 


ADVENT   HARP. 


321 


zzTSiizt^TZ^^-a-r-w: 


1    } 


lE^^mm^mmm!^ 


burn-ing!  A-wake,  ye,  awake!       awake,  awake! 


qrSq^ZiT 


f     f       r 


-•;S»'^ — I 1 1 — I 1 1 — I 


-•;s»'^ — I — I — I — I 1 1 — I-  -2^ — I — I — i-r"- 


!      T 


zzjzz^^z^^^zjiz^zltzz^z^^z^^^ 


Rejoice  ye,  rejoice! 
For  the  night  is  now  departing; 

Rejoice  ye,  rejoice  ! 
For  behold  the  Bridegroom  cometh; 

Rejoice  ye,  rejoice! 
For  Redemption  draweth  nigh; 

Rejoice  ye,  rejoice! 

Rejoice,  for  joy! 


322 


Have  you  Faith  f 


I  tell  yon  that  he  will  avenge  them  speedily  !    Nevertheless  when  thfl 
son  of  man  cometh,  shall  he  And  faith,  on  the  earth.    St.  Luke,  Chapu 

18.  Verse  8. 

Second.     With  expresssion  and  life. 


-W — t"^ — I**" — i^f — ^^**- — 1**- — ^**--F--> — ^- — - 
— ^-i — 9 — 0 — ^_±_«^_^ — ^_±_^ — ^ — ^_ 


1.  Je  -  sus    our 
First. 


Saviour  says  : —   I    will 


Z]! 


:&=:? 


-m — m ^- — A — m m W- 


-L-^ 


ap- 


2.  Prophets   have    spoken,    their    words  are 
Bass. 


fnU 


&\^ 


:q^z=tz=tf=irz::^=:J^q:;it=q^ 


—;l-=^: 


3.  Though   I  should     tar  -  ry     be  not  dis- 

is 

E3^3 


z=±=i^x=±ri-±=; 


-     pear  !     Have      you      faith  ?     My     trumpet 

\ ^ T — -^- r— CN -, — i7s i^-r — .^ 1^ 

^^zrt»E|=iT3f=^rE3rf:3£3^ 


■=t: 


filled,     Have       you      faith  ?    My    word    is      es- 


IK= 


mayed,      Have       you      faith  ?    The  judgment 

Loud. 


^ 


sounding    ma  -  jes  -  tic     and  clear?  Have  you  faith? 


-e^T-W 


t=±±=t:tz±:t 

tablished,  your    anoruish     is    stilled,  Have  you  faith  ? 
coming    o'er        all         I've   said,    Have  you  fai>h  ? 


\ 


ADVENT   HARP. 


ni^i: 


z3=±:*z:iz:i^z±i5::5=:i^=:±:^=i--i=i:5" 


The   faithful     a    -   lone 


come     to 


see. 


J— ^_i^ — 


^-^—^- 


323 


And 


-^ «^_«__« 1 — I fi ^_^_.^ 9—9—  - 


The  plan  of    sal  -  vation  the  faith's  eye  will  see,  And 

jzzitzztzz:  ztzti:t::=:  -JtzLJtz:  zt^z Jizi 

^ — ^ — i^  _  ±  -^-^ —^  _  X ± J 

The  c/ott6/  to  the   bondage,  the  faith  to  the  free.  To 


I*Z 


z]:=^z:ziz::^=iC:: 
:^zzz<^z:±zSz2zzi^z:: 


they   shall         live      and 

i--^-^ 

live       for    -    ever      and 


— *-« fP— 

reign     with 

:=J^zr= 


me, 


reign    with  me, 


— 9 9 9-9 9— 

z:r=iizz:rtzzf=zt=: 
— ^^1 ^ — i_^_^ — 1^_. 

live     for    -    ever        and 
Moderate.  Loud. 


reign    with 
Louder, 


me, 


9 


?at 


Only  have  faith!   only  have  faith!  on  -  ly  have  faith! 
-&-,  ^  -9- 

z^zi^z^: 


[zzi^T_iiz:^ZT::iz^?T:^zpizi|zzr- 
"^Z2^z^ztzzi^z"^z1^i_i:i?~^z^zi^zt_: 

Only  have  faith!    only  have  faith!    on  -ly  have  faith! 


324 


"  Star  of  our  Hopt? " 


Precisione. 


1.  Star      of       our       hope!     He'll    soon        ap  -  pear,  The 


=ffw- 


:g:zqirz:t:=q:: 


¥=W 


•t(^— T 


=Z7iAzE±E=t[=:it=Ez=?I^^?z±E: 


^•T^;,^-'*^T==t===tT=^1f*==lf=^^f 


EE5E3EEE^iE5g^i:^533iS^^^ 


Z~^. 


tL2^:i^?t2^i^l_^i^?i_#z 


last  loud  trum  -  pet     speaks  him    near  j  Hail  him  all  saints,  from 

z:q'!]]:zinz:jixz:zzi:i^:q*!5i-z: 
e_i!:?;srdzdT:z:_zitPit: 


s^-^ 


[zzzt:±t=-LEi:E=i:i^z±t:z±:lt 


1 1 \—\ 1— I h-> aJ ^l 1 1- 1 1 i j 


I 


ADVENT   HARP. 


325 


pole     to    pole, —  How  -welcome      to        the    faith  -  ful  soul ! 

tin;?? 


ii=Ft±z?zt.riEzt,:?z±_?zi^fet!: 


:;:^z:~TZ|dzi1 

flZi^fZ 


TZjdzilr— r- 
zi^fz?f:3:tE 


2 


From  heaven  angelic  voices  sound. 
Behold  the  Lord  of  glory  crowned, 
Arrayed  in  majesty  divine, 
And  in  his  highest  glories  shine. 

o 
O 

The  grave  yields  up  its  precious  trust, 
Which  long  has  slumber'd  in  the  dust; 
Resplendent  forms  ascending  fair, 
To  meet  the  Saviour  in  the  air. 

4 
Descending  with  his  azure  throne, 
He  claims  the  Kingdom  for  his  own; 
The  saints  rejoice,  they  shout,  they  sing 
And  hnil  him  their  triumphant  King. 

5 

O  joyful  day,  when  he  appears 
With  all  his  saints,  to  end  their  fears; 
Our  Lord  will  then  his  right  obtain, 
And  in  his  kinjjdom  ever  reign. 


326 


« I'm  a  Ti'aveller." 


Andante. 


1.  I'm  a   lonely  trav'ler  here,  Weary,  opprest; 


.^_^_^_^- 


•I — •-(» 

.^_i — ^. 

— •^-1— 


::=j=p=p;:^;: 


=*zi^^a=:*=fc?-:*=:«!zfz^zz"z:*=±zs:^; 

But  ray  journey's   end   is  near —  Soon   I    shall     rest. 

zz]_:zj^:^z:z|z:izzi_:i|_i]z  i^^  ^z~z:~ziz^: 


-I k** — I H-- 


:^z:zz:zz 

-i — 0—0- 

-^ — I — I — 
— ^ — i — 


Dolce. 


Dark,  and    dreary        is    the  way,     Toiling  I've    come — 


-m--mi — e 1— •■  -ad—* — *- 


::j^: 


z:iz;?: 


P^ 


w 


tztzz 


-«--«— *'—«—L-i^-i^ 


:iz:tzl:: 


-i — 


i 


ADVENT   HARP. 


327 


Ask 

— I 

-I — 


::j^::r^::j:::=3= 


!— ^^ ^ 


iq^iz*^ 


me  not 


with   you    to  stay —  Yonder's  my  home. 

j^_^^z-z:i:ip:^z:^:TjT^z-z:-zi:^tz: 


•—* 


.-•i^i'-.tUziSiitir* 


I'm  a  weary  trav'ler  here, 

I  must  go  on, 
For  my  journey's  end  is  near — 

I  must  be  gone. 
Brighter  joys  than  earth  can  give. 

Win  me  away; 
Pleasures  that  forever  live — 

I  cannot  stay 
I'm  a  trav'ler  to  a  land 

Where  all  is  fair; 
Where  is  seen  no  broken  band — 

All,  all  are  there. 
Where  no  tear  shall  ever  fall, 

Nor  heart  be  sad; 
Where  the  glory  is  for  all. 

And  all  are  glad. 

I'm  a  trav'ler,  and  I  go 

Where  all  is  fair; 
Farewell  all  I've  loved  below — 

I  must  be  tliere. 
Worldly  honors,  hopes  and  gain, 

AH  I  resign; 
Welcome  sorrow,  grief  and  paia^ 

If  heav'n  be  mine. 

I'm  a  trav'ler — call  me  not — 

Upward's  my  way; 
Yonder  is  my  rest  and  lot, 

I  cannot  stay. 
Farewell  earthly  pleasures  all, 

Pilgrim  Fli  roam; 
Hail  me  not — in  vain  you  call— > 

Yonder's  mv  home. 


328 

Alto.         Aniiuato. 


Soave. 


Armageddon. 

to.  liegato. 

fasqizdi=z=qr|:=ti^jn-rt-|iq=E:yi 


1  Ilosannah:  hark,  the  mel  -  o-dy  Strikes  sweetly  on  my  rav-ished 


i 


^•--p^i 


SiSi 


2  He  comes!  he  comes!  the  heavens  rend!  Floods  cUp  your  hands!  ye  mountalni 


^SEiEE 


::[=f:1=iP 


ft 


€^i 


-P=R-- 


P=^ 


o 


^^fssgjs^ii 


ear!      The    con-stel-la  -  tions  make  re-  ply  In  echoes    from     each 


-ejs- 


ioyi      For     esta  in  glad    obeisance  bend  !Eartli,raise  your  hal-Ie- 


■^ 


.(5_ 


s-  e^o 


-G-\ 


e-G-o—e 


|ggj^j^|g= 


:j- 


atf 


Con  Grazia. 


dis-'tant  sphere,Till  all  the  wide  ex  -  pansion  rings  With  "  Live  for 


E^j^fztes^ 


Q'.Q- 


j_^b24:bd:5^^^+- 


,^^- 


-(S-- 


lu-jahs  high   Let  Zi-on  wake  the        lofty  strain— "Live,  King  of 


ADVENT   HARP. 


329 


t4 


i 


-P^-J 


^^ 


it 


-S«^ 


S^T-- 


ev  -  er    King  of  kings. "With  "live  forever    King    of    kings!" 


SSgi 


kings!    for  -  ev-er  reign!""Live  King  of  kings!  fcr-ev  -  er    reign!" 

^  ^  ITS     r:^      r:\ 


P 


?2=i«: 


-<^-<5>- 


^\zip-^t=p-^z 


t: 


1 


8  Ripe  is  the  vintage  of  ihe  earth; 
Its  clustering  grapes  are  round  and 

full; 
And  vengeance,  vengeance  bursts  to 

birth, 
Sudden  and  irresistible! 
Messiah  comes  to  tread  amain 
The  wine-press  of  the  battle-plain; 

4  The  cry  is  up,  the  strife  begun, 
The  struggle  of  the  mighty  ones; 
And  Armageddon's  day  comes  on, 
The  carnival  of  Slaughter's  sons; 
War  lifts  his  helmet  to  his  brow: 
OGod!  protect  thy  people  now! 

TART  SECOND. 

5  The  graves  are  cleaved!  the  saints 

arise! 
The  resurrection  of  the  just! 
And  now,  unto  their  kindred  skies, 
Up  leap  the  tenants  of  the  dust! 
They  rise  to  meet  their  Lord  in  air, 
And  tune  their  hallelujahs  there. 

6  Wake,  Zion,  wake!    put   on   thy 

strength! 
Don  thy  rich  garb,  Jerusalem! 
Rise,shine!  thy  light  is  come  at  length, 
And  thou  the  wicked  shalt  condemn. 
Bui   hark!    the  war-whoop   nearer 

sounds! 
From    land    to    land    Destruction 

bounds! 

7  Assemble  quickly,  fowls  of  air! 
Come  to  the  supper  of  the  Lord: 
The  great  ones  of  the  earth  prepare 
To  reap  the  harvest  of  the  sword; 
And  raptains'flesh  slnll  be  ynurfood, 


And  ye  shall  drink  of  heroes'  blood. 

8  The  cry  is  uji,  the  strife  begun; 
Destruction  spreads  from  field  todeld; 
And  soon  shall  Slaughter's  work  be 

done. 
Soon  shall  Abaddon's  legions  yield; 
Unnumberedthousands  shall  beslain, 
Ere  day  break  on  Megiddo's  plain. 

PART  THIRD. 

9  Down,  Babylon!  down,  Mahomet! 
Impostor  and  Apostate,  down! 
Your  day  is  past,  your  sun  is  set; 
Now   reap   the  whirlwind   ye  have 

sown; 
Drink — yea,  drink  deep — the  wine's 

poured  forth. 
The  red  wine  of  Jehovah's  wrath. 

10  They  drink!  they  drink!  they  fall! 

they  fall! 
With  all  their  sorceries  and  charms; 
And  Desolation  grasps  them  all 
Within  his  vast  and  withering  arms; 
The  "strong  one"  has   them  in   his 

toil; 
When,   lo,   a    Stronger  shares   the 

spoil. 

11  Yea,  come,  O  king,  and  take  the 

spoil; 
Withthyconfederates  share  theprey: 
Ha!    ha!     Death  "grins   a  ghastly 

smile;" 
The  morning  dawns — and  where  are 

they.' 
The  flames,  the  flames,  great  Auto 

crat. 
Spread  o'er  thee  in  Jehosophat. 


330 


"  Lead  me  to  the  Rock." 


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331 


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332 


ADVENT   HARP. 


IV\ 


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■*—0 — 0 ' ■ — 


high,  The  rock  of  sal  -  vation  that's  higher  than   I. 


When  judgments,  0  Lord,  are  abroad  in  the  land. 
And  merited  vengeance  descends  from  thy  hand! 
O'erwhelmed  with  the  sight,  for  protection  I'll  fly, 
And  hide  in  the  Rock,  that  is  higher  than  I  ! 

4 

When  summoned  away  before  God  to  appear, 
By  free-grace  supported  I'll  yield  without  fear! 
Most  gladly  I'll  venture  with  Jesus  on  high, 
To  enter  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I! 

5 
'Tis  there,  with  the  chosen  of  Jesus,  I  long 
To  dwell,  and  eternally  join  in  the  song. 
Of  praising  and  blessing  with  angels  on  high, 
Christ  Jesus,  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I  ! 


The  faithful  sure  promise  the  fathers  believed. 
Shall  then  be  fulfilled  and  the  glory  received; 
The  hand  that  was  pierced  for  me  wipe  my  teart  J*^. 
For  to  reign  with  the  One  that  is  higher  than  I. 


"I  will  Return." 


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1.  Son   of  God,  thy  peo-ple's  shield,   Must   we  still    thine 
Let    thy  promise    be     fulfilled, —    Thou  hast  said,  "  I 


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joy  -  ful  sight. 


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pear, 


Quick-Iy  bring  thy    morn-ing's     light, 


As  a  woman  counts  the  days 

Till  her  absent  lord  she  sees. 
Longs  and  watches,  weeps  and  prays. 

So  the  church  must  long  for  thee. 
Come,  that  we  may  see  thee  nigh; 

Then  the  sheep  shall  feed  in  peace; 
Hushed  forever  trouble's  sigh, 

Sin  and  sorrow's  triumph  cease. 
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334 


"Saviour,  Haste" 


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ADVENT  HARP. 


335 


All 


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2  Haste,  O  hasten  thine  appearing, 

Take  thy  mourning  people  home: 
'Tis  this  hope  our  spirits  cheering, 
While  we  in  the  desert  roam, 

Makes  thy  people 
Strangers  here,  till  thou  dost  comA 

3  Lord,  how  long  shall  the  creation 

Groan  and  travail  sore  in  pain; 
Waiting  for  its  sure  salvation, 
When  thou  shalt  in  glory  reign, 

And  like  Eden, 
This  sad  earth  shall  bloom  again 

4  Reign,  O  reign  Almighty  Saviour! 

Heaven  and  earth  in  one  unite; 
Make  it  known,  that  in  thy  favor, 

There  alone  is  life  and  light; 
When  we  see  thee, 
We  shall  have  unmixed  delight. 


336 


"  Come,  let  us  Anew." 


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ADVENT   HARP. 


337 


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2  His  adorable  will  let  us  gladly  fulfill, 

And  our  talents  improve, 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labor  of  love, 

3  Our  life  as  a  dream,  our  time  as  a  stream, 

Glides  swiftly  away, 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 

4  The  arrow  is  flown,  the  moment  is  gone; 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here. 

5  O  that  each  in  the  day  of  his  coming  may  say, 

"  1  have  fought  my  way  through; 
1  have  finished  the  work  thou  didst  give  me 
to  do." 

6  O  that  each  from  his  Lord  may  receive  the 

glad  word, 
"  Well  and  faithfully  done  ! 
Enter   into   my  joy,    and    sit    down    on    my 
throne." 


338      "  Christ,  the  Lord,  will  Come.' 


1.  Christ,  tlie  Lord,  will  come    a  -  gain,   None  shall 


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Christ  will  come  and  call     for       me. 

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2  Then,  when  the  archangel's  voice 
Shakes  the  earth  and  rends  the  skies. 
Rising  millions  shall  proclaim 
Blessings  on  the  Saviour's  name. 

3  "Hail !  redeeming  Son  of  God !  " 
Ransomed  hosts  will  shout  aloud: 
*' Praise,  eternal  praise  be  given. 
To  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven  !  '* 


Iftvocation. 


339 


Moderate. 


*• — * 


15  z: 


1.  An  -  gels      come,  oh  come    a  ^    way 


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Wait  -  ing 


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home,  For     the     har-vest    time      has        come. 

E^EFa3E^3fEraf^§ 

zjzzEi^gz-ztzzgtzzl=iiit-d--|-!: 


2  Clouds  of  glory  lingering, 
Haste!  our  blessed  Jesus  bring  ; 
Gleam  no  longer  from  afar, 
Like  a  dim  uncertain  star 

3  Speed  thy  coming  Blessed  One, 
We  are  fainting  sad  and  lone  ; 
Why  doth  yet  the  star  of  day, 
Its  bright  rising  thus  delay  ? 

4  Whirlwinds  struggling  still  afar, 
With  the  mighty  conqueror's  car. 
Speed  along  like  tempests  driven, 
From  the  bursting  gates  of  heaven. 

5  Meek  and  humble  trusting  ones, 
Zion's  suff'ring  trodden  sons, 

"  Day  and  night,"  prevail  in  prayer, 
Till  the  kingdom  ye  shall  share. 

6  Let  Creation's  prayer  arise. 
Filling  all  the  vaulted  skies  ; 
Rise  as  incense  to  His  hand. 
Who  doth  by  the  altar  stand. 

7  Voice  of  God!  awake  the  dead! 
Now  descend  with  earthquake  tread' 
Trump  of  judgment  sound  the  tone, 
That  shall  end  Creation's  groan! 


340  The   Glad  Tidings, 


1    Hark!  hark!  hear  the  blest    ti-dings;    Soon,  soon. 


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-^ .  u."!! -^ — i — i-p — I — ^—  -^•-f-K-^'^#--  - 

Je  -  sus  will  come,  Rob'd,  rob'd  in  honor  and  glory.  To 


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gath-er       his  ransomM  ones    home; 


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Yes,  yes. 


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ADVENT   HAKP. 


341 


oh  yes,  To 


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gather   his  ransomed  ones  home. 


li^iiSigEiffeeti 


2  Joy,  joy,  sound  it  more  loudly, 
Sing,  sing  glory  to  God; 
Soon,  soon  Jesus  is  coming. 
Publish  the  tidings  abroad. 

3  Bright,  bright,  seraphs  attending. 
Shouts,  shouts,  filling  the  air; 
Down,  down,  swiftly  from  heaven, 
Jesus  our  Lord  will  appear. 

4  Now,  now,  through  a  glass  darkly, 
Shine,  shine  visions  to  come; 
Soon,  soon,  we  shall  behold  them, 
Cloudless  and  bright  in  our  home. 

5  Long,  long,  we  have  been  waiting, 
Who,  who,  love  his  blest  name; 
Now,  now,  we  are  delighting, 
Jesus  is  near  to  proclaim. 

6  Still,  still,  rest  on  the  promise. 
Cling,  cling,  fast  to  his  word; 
Wait,  wait,  if  he  should  tarry. 
We'll  patiently  wait  for  the  Lord. 


(  Yes,  yes,  oh  yes. 


We'll  patiently  wait  for  the  Lord 


342         Hope  of   the  Clmrcli. 


Jfe—A-i -•-#-* -#-^-#  ,    ^^ 


'^—^■:w:m' 


I — I — ^-| — \ — I — 

1.  The  Church  in  her  militant  state      Is  weary  and  cannot  for- 

2.  The  news  of  his  coming  I  hear,    And  join  in    the  catholic 


bear !  The  saints  in  an     ag  -  o-  ny 


wait    To    see  him  again  in  the 

tzS=t=U=U=fe:t:?f:t=^=:5:t± 


cry:       O  Jesus,   in    triumph  ap  -  pear;    Ap-pear  in  the  clouds  of  the 


51=:t::ttEi:J-'*tj7S= 

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The  Spir-it  invites,  in  the  Bride,     Her  heav-en-ly  Lord  tode- 


—^ 


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sky  !     Whom   on-ly  I  languish  to  love,      In  flilness  of  m^-es-ty 


J ^-- 


X ^^a — "^T — I — 

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gcend!  And  place  her  enthron'd  at  his  8ide,In  glory  that  never  shall  end. 


_p_X4-P-#;#-g-g- 


5i5^i^|gf^?^g3jE 


come ;  And  give  me  a  mansion  above ;  And  take  to  my  heavenly  home' 


ADVENT   HARP.  343 

0  sinner,  come  without  delay, 
And  seek  a  home  in  glory ; 
The  Lord  is  calling  you  to-day — 
He  pleads  for  you  in  glory. 
Chorus — 0  glory  !     O  glory ! 

There  's  power  in  Jesus'  dying  love, 
To  bring  you  home  to  glory. 

O,  turn  and  live  !  to  you  he  cries, 

And  you  shall  share  my  glory  ; 
But,  if  my  mercy  you  despise, 

You  cannot  see  my  glory. 
O  glory,  &c. 

Repent,  and  give  him  now  your  heart, 

He  is  the  Lord  of  Glory, 
Confess  his  name,  secure  a  part, 

When  he  shall  come  in  glory. 
0  glory,  &c. 

Now  is  your  time — no  more  delay, 

For  soon  he  '11  come  in  glory ; 
When  shut  without,  in  vain  you  '11  pray — 

You  've  lost  all  hope  of  glory. 
O  glory,  &c. 

0  do  not  madly  slight  his  grace, 

And  lose  the  crown  of  glory  ; 
But  now,  before  you  leave  this  place, 

Begin  the  race  for  glory. 
0  glory,  &c. 

Awake !  awake  !  the  Judge  is  near. 

Prepare,  prepare  for  glory; 
If  sleeping  when  he  shall  appear, 
You  cannot  bear  his  glory. 
O  glory  !  O  glory  ! 
There  's  power  in  Jesus'  dying  love 
To  bring  you  home  to  glory. 


344 


Earth  and  Heaven. 


i^irz 


:c:ir 


iti^^t:: 


1 .  Earth  is  groaning, Earth  is  groaning,  For  her  Lord  and 


-1^—1*%- 


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|z*-*fez?=f=*=±^-f=:?z:fc±*=t^IErEi 

King  is  longing, longing, longing, longing, Earth  is  groaning. 


^ 


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Lord  deliverance  bring,     Remove  the  curse,  in  triumph 


\-9 — ^'^~T"j — 0—0—' -\0-  S     #— ^— f-H— #— 

reign.  How  long  wilt  thou  re-main  away?  How  long  wilt 


I  — 0 — ^ * — 0-9-  -e i — 0 \--0 — Ti — 0~ 


thou  re  -  main  a  -  way? 


Why  doth  thy  ling'ring 


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chariot  stay.  How  long  wilt  thou  re-main   a-way? 

Come,  come,     to  Is-rael  bring  the  promis'd     day. 


ADVENT   HARP.  345 

5  Jesus  is  coming,  Jesus  is  coining,  ,  , 

Lo  the  day  star  bright,  is  rising,  rising,  rising,  nsingl 
Jesus  is  coming  with  the  blazing  crowns 
For  tliose  who  walk  with  him  in  white. 
Oh  there  is  glory,  glory  now, 
Oh  tliere  is  glory,  glory  now. 
For  lo !  the  heavens  seem  to  bow ; 
Oh  there  is  glory,  glory  now. 

Lo,  lo, 
The  shaking  heavens  begin  to  bow ! 

3  Oh  the  glory,  Oh  the  glory. 

Of  the  King  of  armies  coming,  coming,  coming,cormiig, 
Oh  the  glory  of  the  King  of  kings 
In  triumph  coming  down  to  reign. 

Seraphic  legions  marshalled  now, 
Seraphic  legions  marshalled  now. 
Behold  the  shaking  heavens  bow. 
Seraphic  legions  marshalled  now. 

Lo,  lo. 
The  brilliant  glory  of  his  train ! 

"4  Hear  the  voices  !  hear  tlie  voices  ! 

That  proclaim  tlie  Savior  coming,  coming,  coming, 
Hear  the  voices, — sweet  angelic  strains,        [coming . 
In  Heaven  tli'  echo  loud  resounds ; 

Angelic  harpings  now  in  heaven, 
Angelic  harpings  now  in  heaven, 
In  sweeping  melody  are  driven. 
Angelic  harpings  now  in  heaven, 

Sound,  sound, 
"  Behold  the  King  of  glory  comes ! " 

5  Heaven  rejoices — Heaven  rejoices. 

For  the  Kmg  of  kings  is  coming,  coming,  coming. 
Heaven  rejoices,  for  the  King  of  kings  [coining. 

In  radiant  glory  comes  to  reign ! 

Oh  Earth  be  glad,  rejoice  and  sing ! 
Oh  Earth  be  glad,  rejoice  and  sing ! 
He  comes  to  reign,  thy  rightful  King ! 
Oh  Earth  be  glad,  rejoice  and  sing  I 

Shout,  shout, 
Glad  tidings  all  the  angels  bring  I       it 


346         *' Whispering  Angels." 


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^^h:3r:^z .  ^ 


1.  Weary  pilgriiii,why  this  sad-nessfWhy  'mid  sorrow's  scenes  de 


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i 


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lz?z?:iz*zSE 


cline?  The  "trial  strange"brings  joy  and  gIadness,For  all  things  shall  yet  be 
<»-*-* 1  -»  O—Y i^-  >  T 

z^.^:m:  :az*nii^:i:a:  •tt:^:  :pT/i=p:ffz=jzqzt 

-0 , \ 1'^—.^— j^_^^ _ 


:(BZ-i*; 


thine 


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all  things  shall  yet  be 


thine! 


2.  Earth  anew,  with  robe  of  glory, 

Shall  rejoice  in  hill  and  vale; 
And  sweetest  harpings  tell  the  story 
Of  the  love  that  could  not  fail! 
Oh,  yes,  the  love  that  could  not  fail! 

3.  Thou  shalt  range  the  fields  of  pleasure. 

Where  joy's  gushing  songs  arise; 
Thou  shalt  have  all  thy  well-stored  treasure. 
In  the  New  Earth,  Paradise! 
Yes,  in  the  New  Earth,  Paradise! 

4.  Weary  pilgrim,  leave  thy  sadness. 

To  Mount  Zion  thou  art  come  ! 
Now  swell  thy  songs  of  joy  and  gladness. 
And  rejoice  in  thy  blest  home! 
Thine  own,  and  Jesus'  heavenly  home! 


Fla.    Legato 


Beulaii. 


347 


^-  -I — ^-/S — ^' 


=^-4 


—\ 1— 


1    Bright  flowing  fountains  now   I    see,  fromBeuIah's  peaceful 


-di-di — ^-  -- ^ — \-d —     -^ — — ^— •-  -si— ^-•-*-H+ 

-S'-S'-5-Lg-#-^— ^-J-S'-#-^ J-C — *— ,5 #1 

land,  Were    I    a  wandering  dove  I'd  flee,  And  by  those  wa  -  ters 


,-^-P-«-r, 


:si^rS^^^=^*-~ 


-G--& *-^ — I i »-^ 1 L-p-^ P ^- 

stand,         And        by  those      wa  -  -  ter»         stand. 


-r—O (9 


rzzcz:fp±:=t=rz±zri!==a=z=:irsl|: 


2.  Oh,  angel-pinions,  come  to  me  ! 

And  bear  me  soon  away, 
For  I  would  dwell  by  Life's  fair  tree. 
Whence  I  shall  never  stray  ! 

3.  Fair  Eden  bowers  glad  I  see- 

There  sweetly  1  would  rest; 
I'm  longing,  longing  there  to  be 
With  all  the  white-robed,  blest ! 

4.  My  Savior's  love  I  would  explore, 

That  overflowing  sea  ! 
Oh,  I  would  dwell  forevermore, 
Fast  by  Life's  verdant  tree  ! 


348 


Restitution. 


1.  Oh  !  spare  thy       peo-;»le,  Lord  !  And  bring  them  ftill  sal- 


::^z': 


.^-^ ^_^_a- 


Spare  now     the  "remnant,"  Lord,  The  foe    doth    yet  pur- 


Fine. 


va  -  tion,  Ful-fii  thy  fuith-ful  word.  Rescue  the  sleeping      nation 


z:t=z:r  :*:*z*:  :\zz^z[zzpzpZziizmz. 

sue    them ;  Oh,  for  thy  blessed  word.Do  thou  with  strength  endue  them  ! 


on      high  •      The 


:zi_5-i-i-=- — 9 — #- — «-- L-* 

Thou    voice         of     God,      shout    from 


1 


::1i- 


i 


sig  -  nal    give      for       reap  -  ing!      Come      thou  and  reap     the 

:4^j5:q^=zi5T:z— zrizzzRr-=tzzRipz-&: 


Ezitii^zzi^zzizl 


:i^z^z^zj_ 


:*zzj^z*z 


ADVENT   HARP.  349 


D.  C. 


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har-vest      dry,        Oh!    gath  -  er     all    the       sleep  -  -  -  ing! 


M 


2 

Oh  may  thy  kingdom  come ! 

All  power  and  dominion, 
Bring  now  the  faithful  home 

On  bright  seraphic  pinion — 
We're  "  tried,"  oh,  come  and  take  us  home, 

And  give  us  crowns  of  glory — 
We  feel,  like  those  who  weary  roam 

About  some  ruin  hoary. 
Oh,  may  thy  will  be  done, 
On  earth,  as  'tis  in  heaven; 
May  now  the  glorious  Sun 
Of  Righteousness  be  given  f 

3 
Oh!    may  the  "  city  "  come 

Down  from  the  opening  heaven — 
The  New  Jerusalem, 

Oh,  may  it  now  be  given! 
Its  gates  of  pearl,  its  streets  of  gold 

Blaze  with  thy  brightest  glory; 
The  holy  seers  have  raptured  told 

The  New  Creation's  story  ! 
Oh,  may  it  now  descend, 
The  city  of  foundations. 
In  triumph  ne'er  to  end. 
Rule  thou  the  "  angry  nations'" 
23 


350  Sleeping  Martyrs. 

^fg'-i  Ti  r  r  h 


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3 


1.  Soon  will  the  sleeping-  martyrs  rise  To  meet  the    Savior      in    the   skies  • 

T     T     ?     f  ^  f     !       f     f  O 


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M:M:^tjii 


J.0 


3TSEi:^E3;33 


:1::f±t<»«*:ff^*d: 


!::a-; 


2.  Then  will  the  sleeping  saints  come  forth,Who  lie  entomb'd  in  sea    and  earth, 

f     T     F     f  ^  f     T      ?     T 


^ 


^^^^^^^ 


■^-o- 

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3.  The  living  saints,they  too  will  be  Remember'd  in  the  Jubi  -  lee — 
f    f    (    ?  <^  I    ?      f    f  -^ 

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4  For  soon  the  trump  of  God  will  sound,  And  earth  shall  quake  to  farthest  bound. 


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^ 


No  more  they'll  cry  "how  long,0  Lord:"  But  be  avenged  and  have  reward. 
T      ?      f      f     -^  f     f     f     T  -^ 


And,  robed  in    im-mor-tal  -  i      ty,Their  Jesus  "face  to  face"  will  see. 

?  f  f  ?         CN  Iff?  ^ 


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"Caught  up  togeth  -  er  in  the  air,"Their  Savior's  triumph  they  will  share, 
T      f      f      f     '^  f     f     f     f  ^ 


:ez*rit:cj 


E^i^ffiE^? 


As  swears  the  angel,  time  shall  be  Consign'd  to  past  eter  -  ni  -  ty! 


Mourning    Saints. 


1.  Your  harps,  ye  mourning  saints,  Down  from  the  willows  take ; 


2.  Awake,  the  day-star  bright,  Hath  risen,    and    'tis  dawn  ! 


2^ll 


-::i=i=i 


::3E3ilq 


3.  Swell  loud  the  tuneful  song.    He    cometh  !  an-gels    sing 

=3 


'9±±^^M-'^--»¥-^=f-P-»^T^^-'^+-!9 


4,  Bid  every  heart  a-wake  !  'Tia  sure  -  ly  death,  to  sleep  ! 

5.  Sing  Je-sus'  dy-ing    love.  Sing  that    he    rose  a  -  gain — 


■izwztzw 


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zizilEztztitp 


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Loud  to  the  coming      King         of  kings,  "  Bid  ev'-ry  string  a-wake!" 


iii^si§ 


The  herald    of  the      King        of     light  Hath  come,  awake,  'tis  morn  ! 
He  will  not   tar  -  ry       ver  -  -  y      long,Tune  then  each  silent  string  ! 


52zizzz5-ztiz:zt:zhzltiz"zt±?za^l !: 


353=3= 


_     Z2=Z^Z 


—7m—0-  -^—\ 


Oh,  from  the  willows  take       the      harp,  And  faithful   vig-il    keep. 
Sing  now  he  comes  to  burst      the     tombs,And  with  his  saints  to  reign  I 


352 


The  Last  Call. 


4 


^L-H«J ^_±_« 1 ^_X «J- |«i,#-L 


1.  'Tis       the     last  call     of        mer  -  cy,      That 

— ^    ^ ^_x_i 1 ±_^_ 


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ESzz?ziz=Sz±:^:-«tS- 


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S^3 


lin  -  gers       for       thee;     Oh!  sin  -  ner 


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d^T^tp: 


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ceive    it;      To         Je  -  sus  now  flee!  He    of-ten  has 

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EEEEEZ 


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call*d  thee.        But     thou     hast 


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re  -  fus'd!     His 


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ZEHEtE33E 


ADVENT   HARP. 


353 


of-  fered  sal  -  va  -  lion     And     love     is        a-bused! 


=J:t=EEEE; 


2  If  thou  slightest  this  warning 

Now  offered  at  last. 
Thine  will  be  the  sad  mourning — 

'•  The  harvest  is  past, 
Salvation  I've  slighted, 

The  summer  is  o'er. 
And  now  there  is  pardon, 

Sweet  pardon,  no  more. 

3  'Tis  the  last  call  of  mercy. 

Oh,  turn  not  away. 
For  now  swiftly  hasteth 

The  dread  vengeance  day! 
The  Spirit  invites  you. 

And  pleads  with  you,  come! 
Oh,  come  to  Life's  waters. 

Nor  thirstingly  roam! 

4  'Tis  the  last  call  of  mercy. 

Oh,  steel  not  thy  heart, 
For  now  she  is  rising, 

From  earth  to  depart! 
The  Bride  is  now  calling — 

"  Ye  thirsty  souls,  come!" 
Oh,  come  with  the  ransom'dj 

In  heaven  there's  room! 

6  'Tis  the  last  call  of  mercy. 

That  lingers  for  thee, 
Break  away  from  thy  bondage. 

Oh,  sinner,  be  free! 
Be  not  a  sad  mourner — 

**  The  harvest  is  past, 
The  summer  is  ended" — 

And  perish  at  last! 


354 


Cantabile* 


Paradise. 


0-e-Q 


W—Q- 


1.  Oh,  ex-iled  ParadisCjOh,  how  we  long  for  theel 


Ob,  for  thy     smiling  hills, With  gush  of   clear  cascade! 


When  wilt  thou  robe  the  earth?  When  plantLifeV'healing"     tree? 

=L-SX.dil-L-IL 


For     ev  -  er    flow-ing     rills,  By 


living 


waters 


made! 


:=r!^::15: 


Thou  hast  fresh    blooming  vales  Where  glit'ring  foun-tains    play, 


-?±ffrt:= 


_  ^ \^-^\^ ^-^-^-i — 


D.  C. 


> 1 


-^-^-^^— j^-gj^gl-i^l 


3=5=3= 


And  sweet  se    -    qestered  dales,Hid      in  thy  groves,a  -  way  ! 


-^•■■^  ^- 


^^^ 


ADVENT   HARP.  355 


Oh,  for  thy  fragrant  flowers 
That  bloom  through  all  the  year; 
Oh,  for  thy  rosy  bowers, 
The  "wilderness"  to  cheer! 
To  thee  we  shall  "return, 
And  to  Mount  Zion  come!*' 
With  songs  sing  joyfully, 
*And  shout  the  harvest  home  1" 
Awake  the  harp  and  lute. 
In  praises  to  the  King 
Who  reigns  on  David's  throne, 
To  Him  Hosannas  bring! 

3 

Jesus  shall  ever  reign! 

When  His  bright  kingdom  comet 

The  sun  shall  be  ashamed 

Before  his  dazzling  thrones  ! 

The  moon  confounded,  then. 

Shall  hide  her  silver  ray. 

And  saints  of  every  age. 

Rejoice  in  glorious  day' 

Oh,  exiled  Paradise, 

Oh,  how  we  long  for  thee  ! 

Robe  thou  anew  the  earth, 

Bring  back  Life's  healing  tree ! 


356 


Babel's   Streams. 


4- 1  J—  -*-^— ^ — ■ +1 1*^ — ^ — ^-  - 


1.  Oh,  no,     we    can-not     sing    our  songs, Our 
Our  sorrowing  harps  re-fuse  their  strings, To 


==iji 


glad  and  cheer-ful     lays;    ) 

18.  5 


Zi  -  on's  joy  -  ful  strains.  5  They     bid     us      be      in 

I        ^ — I        i*^   I  ^-Hj-|— I— [--}— — g      I        H— 


'z^i^Bzi^ztfzgp|gEjz|^jzi^zgr^ 

mirthfu!  mood, And  dry  these  tears  so  sad  j  But  Judah's  hearths  are 
#-#— #-- r^-#  -  # T T-- #-«-  T 

dzzt:z:5K±p2=pz±::ppztzrz± 
zjf^z'^zlritzzzUzIi^zSz^^z^i 


-^ — 


rp- 


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des  —  o  -  late,     And  how     can     we         be     glad? 


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m 


ADVENT  HARP.  367 

2  Our  silent  harps  o'er  Babel's  streams 

Are  hung  on  willows  lone, 
We'll  mourn  until  our  absent  Lord 

Returns  to  claim  his  own. 
When  'neath  the  curse  the  groaning  earth 

Moans  forth  her  plaintive  prayer, 
How  can  we  sing  with  joy  and  mirth? 

Oh,  no,  her  grief  we'll  share. 

3  How  can  we  sing  when  martyrs  mourn^ 

♦*How  long,  O  Lord,  how  long?" 
How  can  our  souls  gush  forth  in  joy. 

And  swell  with  raptured  song? 
Then  bid  us  not  refrain  from  grief. 

For  we  must  still  be  sad; 
Until  the  "morning  star"  arise, 

We  will  no  more  be  glad. 

4  Thou  Coming  One,  our  wants  relieve. 

In  this  our  evil  day; 
To  all  thy  tempted  followers  give 

The  power  to  watch  and  pray. 
Long  as  our  fiery  trials  last, — 

Long  as  the  cross  we  bear, 
Oh,  let  our  souls  on  thee  be  cast. 

In  all-prevailing  prayer. 

5  The  power  of  interceding  grace. 

Give  us  in  faith  to  claim; 
To  wrestle  till  we  see  thy  face. 

And  know  thy  hidden  name. 
Till  then,  thy  perfect  love  impart. 

Till  thou  appear  below. 
Be  this  the  cry  of  every  heart — 

♦•I  will  not  let  thee  go." 

6  "I  will  not  let  thee  go,"  unless 

Thou  tell  thy  name  to  me; 
With  all  thy  great  salvation  bless. 

And  make  me  all  like  thee. 
Then  let  me  on  the  mountain  top. 

Behold  thy  open  face; 
Where  faith  in  sight  is  swallowed  up. 

And  prayer  in  joyful  praise! 


358 


Moiuing  Walch. 


1.  Ye  who  rose    to     meet  the  Lord — Ventured  on  his 


b—:^-p  r-m-9T-9-    '   -    '  ■ 


-0-9-P 


^^k*K. I I Lrf_i 1^.  -I LrfJ 1 — —^ — m — -^ — 


.^_l \^..\ ^. 


tfzi^: 


faith-ful  word, Faint  not  now,for  your  reward  Will  be  quickly  given. 


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m^^ -r--- 

I — ^-  -^-^ — 


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iprpzfEE 


_(Z ^_|_ 1^-  -I ^-L--  -I ^_| ^.  -I ^_ 

_^ ^-^ ^±^ ±^ ^-^ ^-L^ — ^- 

Faint  not!  'al-ways'  watch  and  pray.  Je  -  sus  will      no  more    de-lay, 


-I — 


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•-• 


^zzSzt:  :tz=tztzzzS:  t =:^ip: 


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zt=f=iBZzfIiZZi[zf!l=;=z3^3==:15fa-pJF 


ven  now    'tis  dawn   of  day — Day- Star  beams  from  heaven. 


^_. 


i§ 


ADVENT   HARP.  359 

o 

Would  ye  to  the  end  endure? 
Keep  the  wedding  garment  pure- 
Claim  ye  still  the  promise  sure — 

Faithful  is  the  Lord! 
Let  your  lamps  be  burning  bright. 
In  God's  word  is  beaming  light, 
Live  by  faith  and  not  by  sight- 
Crowns  are  your  reward. 
3 
'Mid  the  darts  of  angry  foe, 
Onward,  fearless,  onward  go, 
The  good  soldier's  courage  show, 

On,  to  victory! 
"Let  thine  eyes  be  turned  to  me," 
Jesus  says,  "I  11  rescue  thee. 
Overcome,  and  faithful  be. 

Thou  shalt  glory  see!" 
4 
Tones  of  thunder,  through  the  sky — 
Angel  voices,  sounding  high. 
Echo  still  the  mighty  cry, 

Jesus  quickly  come! 
Quickly  he'll  return  again, 
With  his  saints  will  come  to  reign, 
While  all  Heaven  will  shout  "Amen! 
Welcome  to  thy  throne  !" 
5 
Marriage  supper  now  prepared. 
By  the  guests  will  then  be  shared, 
In  fair  righteous  robes  arrayeo, 

Like  the  Bridegroom  King. 
Glory  to  Jehovah's  name  ! 
Sound  aloud  the  glad  acclaim. 
To  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Alleluias  bring  ! 


360  Golden  Hill. 


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m 


■-^ 


1 


1.  Je    sus     in-vites      his  saints,To  meet    a-round  hia  board— 


iil^^ggilig 


2.  We  take  the  bread  and  wine,  As    emblems    of    thy  death; 


3.  Faith  eats  the      bread    of  life,  And  drinks  the    living    wine, 

I— fe4-Fff--#4-g--*T^lfTF--F:lFEggzE 

4.  Soon  shall  the     night    be  gone.  Our  Lord  will  come  a-^ain — 


And  sup    in      mem'ry  of     the  death  And  sufferings    of   their  Lord. 


I 


^ 


Lord  raise  our  souls  a-bove    the  sign.  To  feast  on      thee    by    faith 


t 


It  looks    be  -  yond  this  scene  of  strife— U-nites  us        to    "the    Vine." 


The  Marriage   Supper   of    the  Lamb  Will  usher        in     his    reign. 


Pleyel's  Hymn. 


361 


^^-StBSv-d^ 


■^•^ 


--'.ZT-m-JS 


SgiSsS 


p;±:±dt::±tp±::l:|=t:l=tpr— f^ 


1.  Coming  Sa-vior,  now  in  faith,        We  re  -  mem-ber  still     thy        death, 

:a:bzi=fcgiei»i£g3:ei=:|;e:?q:e-?TH=^=Ft-s3 

pg|||EEg£jEgEEJb;EgzE|E^§ 

2.  While  in  faith  we  drink  the  wine,        Of  thy  blood  we   tee    the        «ign; 


see— 

itit^izltitizzbii^ziJ 


3.  Lord, we  thus  re-member  Thee;         But  we  long  thy  f.-.ce        to        see 


-^;|g^^fc 


33 


4.  Qnickly.Thou  Thyself  wilt  come.   Thou  wilt  raise  us    to    thy     throne. 


:j=d. 


:2^z?; 


,q=: 


i:*fateSfetrlt=t&ti±tizr^^^'' 

Thou  wast  broken— thou      hast  died.         For    us    thou  wast  cru ci fied. 


o—^T^—(fi-T^ — !^-r€-i 


liiiiiiiiiiiiEil!! 


Wash  us   pure  from  every        stain,        Thou  that     comest    soon  to        reign. 


Lon"  to  reach  our  heav'n-ly        home   "Come,  Lord  Je-sus,  quick  -  ly        come!" 


lEtiBE?SES3E!lEEt±^ZBe!E 

And  thy  glo -ties   here      dis  -  play       Through  the  nev  -  er  -  end -- ing        dsy! 


362 


Gethsemanc. 


■b-^-»—  'm-0-  -9-9— 


Wb- 


^-^ 


4^==: 


:^==t 


1=1=11^;  qi^: 


:I£ETO= 


1.   Beyond  where  Cedron's  waters  flow, Behold  the 


e:L-bS:EdEJaE3 


— I \¥--m  — #va — 


#-^ 


E3E3iEE5; 


1 ^-r 


-I — 


q:=t 


1 — i'^- — i"^ — .■^ 1 _ , 


*T« 


i:^*zi*4f, 


H 


sufiering  Savior  go, To  sad  Geth-sema  -  ne:    His  counte- 


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ADVENT   HARP. 


363 


=[i— l;;z±=zg±gzt::;^zi[zz|ztzzg±i^zrFr3EE 


nance  is       all  di-vine, Yet  grief  appears  in  every     line. 


2  He  bows  beneath  the  sins  of  men — 
He  cries  to  God,  and  cries  again, 

In  sad  Gethsemane; 
He  lifts  his  mournful  eyes  above — 
"My  Father,  can  this  cup  remove  ?*' 

3  With  gentle  resignation  still. 
He  yielded  to  his  Father's  will. 

In  sad  Gethsemane; 
*Behold  me  here,  thine  only  Son, 
And,  Father,  let  thy  will  be  done!" 

4  The  Father  heard — and  angels,  there 
Sustained  the  Son  of  God  in  prayer. 

In  sad  Gethsemane; 
For  us  he  drank  the  cup  of  pain. 
Then  rose  to  life  and  joy  again. 

5  Now  in  the  Holiest  he  stands. 
With  golden  censer  in  his  hands. 

Far  from  Gethsemane — 
And  he  is  coming  now  to  reign, 
With  glory,  glory  in  his  train. 


364 


Old  Hnndred. 


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1.  Let  all  that  wait  the   Com-ing- Kin^,  Now  to  hiR  name  sweet  praisee  bria^i 

I        2.  Earth  shall  de-part,  and        like    a  scroll,  The  passing  beareos  together  roll, 
3.  Now  let  thy  kingdom  come,  O  Lord,  As  thou  hast  promised  in  thy  word^ 


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He  Cometh  quickly  Isound  it  highjTill  echoes  meet  the    vo  -  cal  sky! 
For  Jesus' faithful  words  shall  be  Enduring    as    e  -  -  ter    -  ni  -  ty. 

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Fill  earth  with  glory  like  a  sea — Oh!  speak  the  word, and  it    shall  be! 

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365 


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love    o    -    bey,  From  Christ,  the  trae,  the      liv  -  ing     way. 


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ADVENT   HARP. 


367 


in  that  world  of  glo-ry  Where  thy  Redeemer  reigns  alone. 


2 

Tossed  on  time's  rude,  relentless  surges, 

Calmly  composed  and  dauntless  stand. 
For  lo!  beyond  those  scenes  emerges 

The  heights  that  bound  the  promised  land 
Christian,  behold  the  land  is  nearing 

Where  the  wild  sea-storm's  rage  is  o'er; 
Hark!  how  the  heavenly  hosts  are  cheering, 

See  in  what  throngs  they  range  the  shore. 


Cheer  up,  cheer  up,  the  day  breaks  o*er  thee 

Bri<rht  as  the  summer's  noon-tide  ray, 
The  star  gemm'd  crowns  and  realms  of  glory 

Invite  thy  happy  soul  away 
Away,  away,  leave  all  for  glory. 

Thy  name  is  graven  on  the  throne. 
Thy  home  is  in  that  world  of  glory 

Where  thy  Redeemer  reigns  alone, 


368 


Promised  Umi 


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come,    And     en-ter  the  kingdom  pre-par'd  as  their  home. 


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ADVENT   HARP.  369 

o 

There  rivers  most  graceful  eternally  glide, 
And  groves  rich  with  verdure  grow  up  by  their  side; 
There  spirits  made  perfect  forever  become 
Immortal  and  beauteous,  in  glory  their  home. 

3 
'Tis  there  all  the  nations  redeemed  by  the  Lamb, 
In  circles  most  lovely,  his  praises  proclaim; 
Through  tempests,  and  sorrows,   and  perils   they 

come. 
To  enter  those  mansions  prepared  as  their  home. 

4 
All  over  those  peaceful  delectable  plains, 
The  Lord  our  Redeemer  in  righteousness  reigns; 
His  sceptre  of  empire  he  now  doth  assume, 
And  kindly  doth  welcome  his  followers  home. 

5 

Howbless'd  are  those  regions,  the  realms  of  repose, 
Where  with   fruit,   O  how  grateful,   the  "tree  of 

Life"  grows; 
The  regions  ambrosial  forever  in  bloom, 
God's  own  habitation,  the  saints'  happy  home. 

6 
Those  pleasures  of  glory,  O,  when  shall  I  share. 
And  crowns  of  celestial  felicity  wear; 
And  range  o'er  those   landscapes   exempt  from  a 

sigh. 
The  home  of  our  fathers,  now  specially  nigh, 


370 


Hoaveiily  Music. 


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"sap*" 


1.  What  heav-en-ly     mu-sic  steals  o-ver  the  sea! 

2.  On  the  banks  of  old  Jordan,  here  gazing  I   stand, 


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3.  Though  dark  are  the  waters  and  rough  is  the  wave, 


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En  -  tran-cing    the      sen-ses     like   sweet  inel  -  o  -  -  dy? 
And  ear-nest  -  ly     long-ing       I     stretch  forth  my     hand: 

Z4iZT:^zz^zr^:T:zz:zz:_:Tz-ziqzzz:Tr^z|: 


If        Je-sus      per-mit,    the    wild      sur-ges     I'll     brave; 

zz^z^TiHz:^  ziqxi^ziitinf  dzjzzg^z^: 


'Tis  the  voice     of  the     Angels  borne  soft  on  the      air. 
Send  a        con-voy     of      Angels,  dear  Je-sus,    I       pray 


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For  that     heav-en-ly       mu-sic  hath  ravished  me      so. 


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'Tis  for  me  they  are    sing-ing,  their  wel-come    I    hear. 
Let  me  join  that  sweet  music;  come,  take  me     a  -  way. 


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I  must  join  in  the      cho-rus!  I'll    go!     let     me    go. 


0  Hall,  Happy  Day.  371 

I. 

O  hail,  happy  day,  that  speaks  our  trials  ended, 
Our  Lord  has  come  to  take  us  home  ; 

O  hail,  happy  day  ; 
No  more  by  doubts  or  fears  distressed. 
We  now  shall  gain  our  promised  rest. 
And  be  forever  blest ;  0  hail,  happy  day, 

II. 

Swell  loud  the  glad  note,  our  bondage  now  is  over  ; 
The  jubilee  proclaims  us  free  ; 

O  hail,  happy  day ; 
The  day  that  brings  a  sweet  release, 
That  crowns  our  Jesus  Prince  of  Peace, 
And  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ;  0  hail,  happy  day. 

III. 

O  hail,  happy  day,  that  ends  our  tears  and  sorrows, 
That  brings  us  joy  without  alloy, 

O  hail,  happy  day  ; 
There  peace  shall  wave  her  sceptre  high, 
And  love's  fair  banner  greet  the  eye, 
Preclaiming  victory ;  O  hail,  happy  day. 

IV. 

We  hail  thy  bright  beams,  O  mom  of  Zion's  glory  ; 
Thy  blessed  light  breaks  on  our  sight, 

O  hail,  happy  day  ; 
Fair  Beulah's  fields  before  us  rise, 
And  sweetly  burst  upon  our  eyes, 
The  joys  of  Paradise ;  O  hail,  happy  day. 

V. 

Thrice  hail,  happy  day,  when  earth  shall  smile  in  gladness. 
And  Eden  bloom  o'er  nature's  tomb, 

O  hail ,  happy  day  ; 
WhOT8  life's  pellucid  waters  glide. 
Safe  by  the  dear  Redeemer's  side. 
Forever  we'll  abide  ;  O  hail,  happy  day. 


372 


Lord's  Prayer, 


-7r^--T 


1.    Our    Father  who  in    hea-ven     art,  Hallow- ed  be  thy 
D.  C.  Then  will  we  sing  our  sufferings  o'er,  And  praise  the  ever- 


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name  ;  Thy      kingdom   come,  Thy     will  be  done.  In 

more;        Then         will  we  sing  our        sufferings  o'er,  And 


-F— J— ^— I 

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heav'n  and  earth  the  same.     Come  my    Sa     -    viour,   O  my 
praise  thee  ev  -  er    more. 


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z^zq'^ziTiz 


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i:^^z?z±l:-3zztz^±:*--*-*--*- 


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Sa-viour,  Come  and  bless  thy  people  now,  While  at  thy  feel  we 


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ADVENT   HAKP.  373 

humbly        bow,        O    come      and  save     us  now,  D.  C. 


_zj_:zpi::;^i:::_#z — # — i_:t — # — # — a    ,, 
:*z:izzt:::±=t:=r~;3=~i-=[==3==t=i" 

II. 

Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread ; 

Our  trespasses  forgive ; 
As  we  forgive  our  fellow  men, 

May  we  thy  grace  receive. 

Come,  my  Saviour,  Sfc. 

III. 
And  in  temptation  leave  us  not; 

From  evil  us  defend; 
For  thine,  O  Lord,  the  kingdom  is, 
For  ever,  without  end. 

Come,  mif  Saviour,  S^c. 

IV. 

Thine  is  the  power,  O  Lord,  to  bring 

The  kingdom  down  to  men; 
Thine  is  the  glory  evermore, 

And  kingdom  without  end. 

Come,  my  Saviour,  8^e. 

V. 

In  that  glad  day  shall  all  thy  saints 

A  joyful  tribute  bring. 
Of  praise  and  pow'r,  of  joy  and  song, 

To  their  exalted  king. 

Come,  my  Saviour,  S^c. 


374 


Come  Away. 


Animato. 


O,  come,  come  a\va\' !  for  time's  career  is  closing;  Let 


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worldly  care  henceforth  forbear  j    O,  come,  come   away  I  Come 


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come  1  our  holy  j()\s  renew,  Where  love  and  heav'niy  friendship 

grew:   The 

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ADVENT   HARP.  376 

II. 
Awake!  ye  awake!   no  time  now  for  reposing; 
"The  Lord  is  near!"  breaks  on  the  ear, 

O,  come,  come  away! 
Come,  come  where  Jesus'  love  will  be, 
Who  says,  "I  meet  with  two  or  three:" 
Sweet  promise  made  to  thee! 

O,  come,  come  away! 

III. 
Come  where  sacred  song  the   pilgrim's  heart  is 

cheering; 
Come,  and  learn  there  the  power  of  prayer, 

O,  come,  come  away! 
In  sweetest  notes  of  sympathy 
We  praise  and  pray  in  harmony: 
Love  makes  our  unity; 

O,  come,  come  away! 

IV. 

Night  soon  will  be  o'er!  and  endless  day  appearing; 
Away  from  home  no  more  we  roam ; 

O,  come,  come  away! 
And  when  the  trump  of  God  shall  sound, 
The  saints  no  more  by  Death  are  bound: 
He  owns  our  Jesus  crowned; 

O,  come,  come  av/ay! 

V. 

O,  come,  come  away,  my  Saviour,  in  thy  glory! 
"Thy  kingdom  come,  thy  will  be  done," 

O,  come,  come  away! 
O,  come,  my  Lord,  thy  right  maintain. 
And  take  thy  throne  and  on  it  reign; 
Then  earth  shall  bloom  again!  ' 

O,  come,  come  a^vay! 


376 


Deliverance. 


!^~#^iE&=^=5 


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izi2:zz:z?z:±::?i=?: 

'  1.     Our  bon-dage,    it    will     end      by  and 

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i=:-:S:z:;^=:±±:zzE=:[i=zt=lx:=::i=t=:: 


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by,  when  he  comes,  Our  bondage  it  will   end  when  he 

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comes,  And  Irom  Egypt's  yoke  set  free,  Hail  the  glorious  ju-bi- 


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377 


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comes, And  to     glo-ry     we'll  re-turn  when  he  comes 


2.  Our  deliverer  he  will  come,  by  and  by. 

And  our  sorrows  have  an  end, 
When  our  Saviour  shall  descend, 
And  glory  crown  the  day,  by  and  by,  when  he  comes, 
And  glory  crown  the  day  when  he  comes. 

3.  Though  our  enemies  are  strong,  we'll  go  on, 

Though  our  hearts  do  sometimes  fear, 
Lo  Israel's  God  is  near. 
And  the  fiery  pillar  moves,  we'll  go  on,  we'll  goon, 
And  the  fiery  pillar  moves,  we'll  go  on. 

4.  And  when  to  Jordan's  flood,  we  are  come, 

Jehovah  swells  the  tide. 

And  the  waters  he'll  divide,  [we  are  come. 

And  the  ransom'd  hosts  will  shout,  we  are  come,  we 

And  the  ransom'd  hosts  will  shout,  we  are  come. 
6.   There  friends  shall  meet  again,  who  have  loved, 

And  their  union  will  be  sweet. 

At  the  dear  Redeemer's  feet, 
When  we  meet  to  part  no  more, who  have  loved,  who 
have  loved, 

When  we  meet  to  part  no  more,  who  have  loved. 

6.    There  with  all  thy  happy  throng,  we'll  rejoice, 
Shouting  glory  to  our  King, 
Till  the  vaults  of  Heaven  ring, 
And  to  all  eternity,  we'll  rejoice,  we'll  rejoice, 
And  to  all  eternity,  we'll  rejoice- 


378 

i-fi — 


There  is  a  King  of  glory. 

1.  There  is   a  King  of  glo-ry  Ere  long  on  earth  to  rise 
Sung  in    pro-phet  -  ic      sto  -  ry,    De-scending  from  the  skies  5 

I-T ^_|«_^  T^--l* 1 i-T TB- 

1--  -#-F| ( h^-T'S — * — 0-\—\ 1— 1-(9-|- 

-^±Ez*^— E§z-±E?Ez£Ei=^ 

The   babe    of   Beth-  le  -hem,  'tis  He,    It      is  the  man  of 

.^—T , 1 1 ^^-|ft_# _ 

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Calvary,Not  crown'd  with  thorns  and  gory,  But  crown'd  with  glory  now! 


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2.  He  Cometh,  cometh  speedy, 
To  save  his  suffering  saints, 
Saints  groaning,  waiting,  ready,  ♦ 

And  endeth  their  complaints  : 
With  joy  they  meet  him  in  the  air. 
And  shout  the  swelling  triumph  there  : 
No  longer  poor  and  needy. 
But  crown'd  with  glory  now  ! 
Not  one's  reviled  to-day  ! 
None  stumble  in  the  way — 
All  crowned  with  everlasting  glory  now. 

3.  O  tears,  and  sin,  and  sighing. 
Now  let  your  prisoner  go. 

Discharged  from  pain  and  dying 

And  from  a  world  of  woe  ; 
I  go  to  Christ — he  comes  to  me — 
We  meet  in  bright  eternity — 
On  clouds  he  cometh  flying. 
On  clouds  of  glory  now! 
Victorious  in  his  wars. 
Full  many  a  palm  he  bears, 
And.  crowns  of  everlasting  glory  now! 

4.  O  what  are  tribulation. 
And  all  the  ills  I  bear, 

Compared  with  this  salvation, 

And  all  the  glory  there  ? 
Behold,  a  city  fair  and  high. 
Bright  Capital  of  earth  and  sky. 
That  dureth  with  duration, 
All  filled  with  glory  now  ! 
The  armies  of  His  grace, 
Triumphant  reach  the  place — 
'Tis  glory,  everlasting  glory,  now  I 
6.  There  every  sight  that  pleases, 
There  every  sound  that  cheers, 
There  sweet  immortal  breezes, 

Inspire  the  palmy  years ; 
There  all  the  just  join  in  a  band, 
From  every  age,  from  every  land, 
While  o'er  them  reigns  king  Jesui, 
With  crowns  of  glory  now*. 
The  people  of  His  grace, 
Have  reached  the  heavenly  place,  'Tw  gloiy,  &e. 


380 


The  Last  Day. 


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381 


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382  Hymn,  Continued. 

3 

Trumpet  scattered  sound  of  wonder. 
Rending  sepulchres  asunder, 
Shall  resistless  summon  thunder. 

4 
All  aghast  then  Death  shall  shiver, 
And  great  nature's  frame  shall  quiver 
When  the  graves  their  dead  deliver 

5 
Book  where  every  act's  recorded, 
All  events  all  time  afforded, 
Shall  be  brought,  and  dooms  awarded. 

6 
When  shall  sit  the  Judge  unerring, 
He'll  unfold  all  here  occurring, 
No  just  vengeance  then  deferring. 

7 
What  shall  I  say  that  time  pending? 
Ask  what  Advocate's  befriending, 
When  the  just  man  needs  defending? 

8 
King  Almighty  and  all-knowing, 
Grace  to  sinners  freely  showing, 
Save  me,  fount  of  good  o'erflowing. 

9 
Think,  O  Jesus,  for  what  reason 
Thou  endur'dst  earth's  spite  and  treason, 
Nor  me  lose  in  that  dread  season. 

10 
Seeking  me  Thy  worn  feet  hasted 
On  the  cross,  Thy  soul  death  tasted, 
Let  such  labor  not  be  wasted. 


ADVENT   HARP.  383 

11 
Righteous  Judge  of  retribution, 
Grant  me  perfect  absolution, 
Ere  that  day  of  execution. 

12 
Culprit  hke,  I — heart  all  broken, 
On  my  cheek  shame's  crimson  token — 
Plead  the  pardoning  word  be  spoken. 

13 
Thou  who  Mary  gav'st  remission, 
Heard'st  the  dying  Thief's  petition, 
Cheer  with  hope  my  lost  condition. 

14 
Though  my  prayers  do  nothing  merit, 
What  is  needful,  Thou  confer  it — 
Lest  I  endless  fire  inherit. 

15 
Mid  the  sheep  a  place  decide  me. 
And  from  goats  on  left  divide  me. 
Standing  on  the  right  beside  Thee. 

16 

When  th'accursed  away  are  driven, 

To  eternal  burnings  given, 

Call  me  with  the  bless'd  to  Heaven. 

17 
I  beseech  Thee,  prostrate  lying. 
Heart  as  ashes,  contrite,  sighing. 
Care  for  me  when  I  am  dying. 

18 
On  that  awful  day  of  wailing, 
Human  destinies  unveiling, 
When  man  rising,  stands  before  Thee, 
Spare  the  Culprit,  God  of  glory.  a.  a 


384 


The  Advent  Watchers. 


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l.As  time's  last  sands  seem'd  wasting,The  world  at  large  was  stirr'd; 
2.  I'he  few  that  still  are  heeding  That  awful  judgment  call  5 


3.  They    hear  the  scoffer  railing  In  triumph  and  in  pride  ; 

4.  Ma-gi-cians,  too,  are  scheming,  As  in  old  Pharaoh's  land  ; 


Man  saw  his  doom  was  hasting,  The  warning  all  had  heard.  But 
And  while  they  wait,  are  pleading, Like  Lot  at  Sodom's  fall,  They 


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ADVENT   HARP. 


385 


few  the  watch  are  keeping,  Tho'    fast  to  judgment  bound.  But 
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S6  Hymn,  Concluded. 

5.  Earth's  wisdom  sees  advancing 

The  fabled  golden  dawn  5 
And  genius  brightly  glancing, 

Her  children  urges  on. 
But  when  they  wield  the  lightning, 

And  fly  o'er  land  and  sea, 
Our  better  prospects  bright'ning, 

Now  near  at  hand  must  be  ! 

6.  The  Christian  steward  slothful. 

Puts  off  the  evil  day. 
Disturbed  in  scenes  unlawful, 

He  says.  "  It  must  delay." 
But  still,  tho'  by  his  smiting, 

The  faithful  sigh  in  pain. 
While  he  the  truth  is  spiting, 

The  Master  comes  again  ! 

7.  See,  fashion  gay  is  blending, 

With  mirth  in  yonder  hall ; 
Its  charm  rich  music  lending, 

And  plenty  spread  for  all. 
But  folly  so  untimely, 

Such  heedless  revelry, 
The  watchful  tells,  sublimely, 

Their  joys  they  soon  shall  see. 

8.  The  thrones  of  earth  are  reeling, 

In  sad  perplexity ; 
Their  retribution  sealing, 

By  pride  and  cruelty. 
As  ruler,  warrior,  banker, 

Attest  their  hast'ning  doom, 
More  stedflist  is  our  anchor; 

God's  kingdom  soon  will  come . 

9.  Thus  earth's  mad  children  seeming, 

Are  found  in  that  dread  day  5 
Some  scoffing,  feasting,  dreaming, 

To  judgment  called  away  I 
Their  triumphs  now  are  ended  3 

Probation,  hope,  are  gone  ! 
Their  Iruitiess  cries  are  blended, 

As  vengeance  rushes  on  ! 

10.  But  see  that  remnant  humble. 

Who  held  the  faithful  word, 
So  fearful  they  should  stumble, 

W^hile  hope  was  long  deferred  ,— • 
The  sons  of  earth  are  leaving 

Their  honor,  mirth,  and  gold  j 
But  these  shall  end  their  grieving, 

In  joys  that  can't  be  told  ' 


The  Gales  of  Paradise. 


387 


,,   -Treble.  _       _        ^ 


1.  Burst,  ye     emerald    gates,  and  bring  To  my  raptured 
„    2d  Treble.  _ 


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spring  Round  the  bright  Elysian !  Lo  !  we  lift  our     longing  eyes ; 

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388  MILLENNIAL  HARP. 

Break  the  inter   -   ven-ing  skies:  Sons  of  Righteousness  a  -  rise  ! 

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ADVENT   HARP.  389 

2 
Floods  of  everlasting  light 

Freely  flash  before  him; 
Myriads,  with  supreme  delight. 

Instantly  adore  him; 
Angels'  trumps  resound  his  fame; 
Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name, 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme. 
Cho     O,  how  good  it  is  to  be  blest, 

And  dwell  where  our  Redeemer  is! 

3 
Four  and  twenty  elders  rise 

From  their  princely  station; 
Shout  his  glorious  victories, 
Sing  his  great  salvation; 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne; 
Cry,  in  reverential  tone. 
Glory  be  to  God  alone, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  One! 

O,  how  good  it  is  to  be  blest, 

And  dwell  where  our  Redeemer  is! 


Hark!  the  thrilling  symphonies 
Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us; 
Join  we  to  the  holy  lays- — 

Jesus!  Jesus!  Jesus! 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraphs'  song; 
Sweetest  note  on  mortals'  tongue; 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung; 
Tesus!   Jesus  1  flow  along. 

O,  how  good  it  is  to  be  blest, 

And  dwell  where  our  Redeemer  is! 


390      Watchman's  Call,  8s,  7s  &  4s. 

_  Tenor. 


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J.  Watchmen  !  onward       to  your  stations,  Blow  the  trumpet 
Alto. 


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Treble. 


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3,  Watchmen  !  as   the  clouds  are  fly-ing,    As  the  doves  in 


long  and  loud  5  Preach  the  gospel  to  the  nations,  Speak  to  eve-ry 


siah's  reign;  Tell  the  Saviour's  bleeding  story, Tell  it    to     the 
haste  return ;  Thousands  from  amid  the  dying  Flee  to  Christ  his 

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ADVENT   HARP. 


391 


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listening  train  :  See   his  love    re-veal-ing,      See  the  Spir-it 
17^ 


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love   to  learn  5   All  their  sighs  and  sad-ness      Turn   to  joy   and 


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Where-e'er      I         go,      I'll       tell      the 
In        noth   -  ing      else      my      soul     shall 


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sto    -    ry      of     the      cross,      of     the    cross,  ?  ^    ^ 
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ADVENT   HARP. 


393 


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Priest  and  King,And  nowmy  hap-py    soul     shall      sing 
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Of     the      cross,        Of    the    cross 
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394 


Welcome  Day.'^ 

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Treble. 


1. 

^  Alio. 


The  gloo  -  my  night     of        sad  -  uess     Be- 


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gins   to    flee    a -way;  The  glowing  tinge  of  morning  Pro- 


^^E^^^}. 


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claims  the  rising  day,  That  welcome  day  of    promise  When 


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ADVENT   HARP. 


395 


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Christ  shall  claim  his  light,  And         on  the  world  in 


dark  -  ness  Pour 


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flood     of      light. 


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Now  truth  unveiled  is  shining 

With  beams  of  sacred  light, 
The  morning  pilgrims  wonder, 

And  leave  the  paths  of  night ; 
Their  glowing  hearts  in  rapture 

Are  filled  with  joy  divine, 
Burst  forth  in  shouting  glory, 

And  like  their  Master  shine. 
3 
Come,  let's  begin  the  anthems, 

And  join  the  choir  above  ; 
Exalt  the  blest  Redeemer, 

And  praise  the  God  we  love ; 


<  All  honor,  praise  and  glory, 

Salvation  to  our  God, 
Hosannah  to  the  Saviour, 

Who  washed  us  in  his  blood. 

4 

The  courts  of  heaven  are  ringing 

With  songs  of  highest  strains, 
And  holy  praise  is  rolling 

Along  the  flowery  plains  ; 
Oh  !  could  we  rise  triumphant 

And  join  w;th  those  above, 
To  shout  and  sing  forever 

The  Saviour's  dying  love. 


3d6'      The  Pilgrim  almost  liome. 


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1.  **  Are  we       al  -  most  there  ?  are  we     al     -  most 

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there  ?"  Says  the  wea-ry      saint  as  he     sighs    for  home; 

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:z^fr±^zizi^z±:?z^z?z± 


:*z*z* 


-'+-a 


-9-t:zi3^^tez^z^z±-.?^z?z±,fz^zi 


:z5zazi^zi^z±tzpzt:zz:^zfz^zztzpz^ 


z=:ii=:*rfz£i=tur:Efcfc:*:i-S=fc± 


**  Are        those       the 


ver   -  dant     trees  that 


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[Published  by  permission  of  Mr.  Oliver  Ditson,  proprietor  of  the  copyright.} 


ADVENT   HARP. 


397 


rear    Their 


state  -  ly  forms  'mid  heav'n's  bright  dome 


G-Q 


##-•-• 


ttztiztridztizif:*-*:  fciU: 


Then  he  talks  of  the  flowers,  the  unsullied  stream, 
That  flows  through  the  Paradise  of  God  j 
And  he  longs  to  wake  from  life's  troubled  dream. 
To  walk  those  golden  streets  abroad. 

3 
He  is  weary  and  sick  of  this  world's  rude  strife, 
And  pants  for  a  holy,  peaceful  clime  ; 
To  glow  with  the  vigor  of  endless  life, 
And  be  compass'd  no  more  by  the  bounds  of  time. 

4 
His  eye  is  fixed  on  the  world  to  come, 
He  walks  by  faith  through  this  vale  of  care, 
And  oft  inquires  as  he  draws  near  home  ; 
With  anxious  heart,  "  Are  we  almost  there?" 

5 
They  bid  him  look  at  the  charms  of  earth, 
At  the  boasted  trophies  man  doth  rear  ; 
To  enter  the  giddy  halls  of  mirth — 
But  ah  !  how  vain  do  they  all  appear. 

6 
For  he's  had  an  earnest  of  those  joys 
Which  the  righteous  alone  can  ever  share  ; 
He  turns  with  contempt  from  these  earthly  toy«, 
And  fervently  asks — "  Are  we  almost  there  V* 

7 
He  is  waiting  to  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 
And  to  meet  his  Saviour  in  the  air  ; 
The  day-star  dawns — soon  with  joyous  bound, 
He  can  say  indeed—"  We  arc  almost  there  ?" 
26 


398 


The  Faith  of  Job. 


:b 


E-z^=t-i±=t±i 


S:=:^:=gr=i::: 


rpzii: 


mm 


1.  I      know  that     my    Re-deem  -  er      lives; 


i:di-«tf:i=«l=*zz:ii«zI=dzdE 


2.  In      this      re  -  an  -   i  -  mat  -   ed     clay, 

3.  I       feel   what  then  shall  raise    me       up; 


ft-0- 


£=:ar:E=l::^EE:i£=E=£i::SzEEE 


4.  Mine  own,  and   not     an  -  oth   -  er's     eyes. 


-G-r 

tEEE 

lives, 


:^T 


1 


t=±=t==t 


z-EiE^: 


He 


and       on       the     earth   shall   stand, 


J-t-H-r ^--  --i i -^ ~-d~ 


I 


zzi^z±z^z=:J=±zi^zz=? 


I 

Th' 


sure     -    ly      shall        be  -  hold     him     near, 
e-ter    -    nal        Spir   -  it      dwells  in       me; 


The      King    shall        in        his      beau  -   ty      view; 


Q-- 


w 


^^ 


ADVENT  HARP. 


399 


:^-±- 


And 


o 


:gz=i_. 


3EgE^BE 


is^zzd 


I 


though    to      worms     my      flesh      he      gives. 


Shall 
This 


I 


— ©- 


see       him         in        the         lat    -    ter      day, 
is        my       con   -     fi    -  dence    and      hope, 


-•giililiiii 

I 


—o—    _^  _ 

shall      from     him        re  -   ceive     the      prize. 


My        dust 


3iE5Ep 

numbered       in 


his 


-o- 


hand. 


g 


-^-+zi=:^zizi^z?:^fzdzzi^^3l=g=iE 


:^ 


In  all 

That     God 


his      maj  -  es 
I       face      to 


ty        ap     -     pear, 
face    shall         see. 


0 


1 


:zt:=Ezt±=:z: 


1 


The      star  -    ry    crown    to 


tors 


due. 


zt_T_(S o— 


l-"z|zgz=--j— .^iz:^z:|:z[z=:zjz 


m 


400 


Salem. 


--# 


1.      He    dies,  the   friend     of     sin-ners       dies 


::*^__i__=:z 


-.#-§- — izjzz:zzz2=p==:i=z=T==l=:| 


:=s:E3EtEfeiE?EtEgEEE£:i3i 


i 


:i1z=i:z:z^z:q:Tqz:i|i:^:T^= 
fz=±:tz:ztz:?:T?z:?z£:iEzziz:fp:ztzzr:± 


Lo !     Salem's  daughters  weep  around ;  A    solemn  dark- 


Tpl--^ 


r-^- 


^:::^- 


=3E:5E=3e3E3:i 


z:i^z:?:idzz?:±*z:?z:?:± 


z  zp:  zz|_zzj_:^z  :^_:^_:^z  -^^^it-  :^— i|_:i)z : 
*zi^zt:?z:?zzz:±|zz£z:tz:±?zz?:tzz:?z:i:± 


:^z:#z_^: 


.^=iz:^:; 


:^zz^: 


(zzitz-ln: 


ADVENT  HARP. 


401 


ness 


veils  the  skies,  A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 


2  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, — 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
But  Id!  what  sudden  joys  we  see! 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again ! 

3  The  rising  Lord  forsakes  the  tomb! 
(The  tomb  in  vain  forbids  his  rise!) 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies ! 

4  Break  off  your  tears  you  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns; 
Sing  how  he  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monster  Death  in  chains! 

5  Say,  live  forever,  wondrous  King  ! 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save! 
Then  ask  the  monster,  Where's  thy  sting f 
And  Where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave? 


402 


Leipzig.    L.  M. 


-#- 


1.     Lord,  what  a  heav'n  of   saving  grace,Shines  in  the 

z#r*o::=z;zzT     -  — 


— — :5r^-«'Tiz*^«^*^^-^^^-^.iri:2*^ 


--#-^-0—1 Tz! — iziz~i~~iz:~iij~i]zzJ] 

ptz^dz^z^:  i^iix.  :=ldz?:pte4  jz^zij 

hiz:z4:?z[zzti±_if^:p±ti:ti*z?z:?d 

:3zA:iz_zt=±Ez?±z^5:«!l[z±l^EEFp] 


— I — ,^-i-T— .^=»< — 


beauties  of  thy  face ;  And  lights  our  passion  to      a 

E3=5|ps|pp=3|3z^gai| 

z^.*z^z  i^^^zizfeE:  ttzgfii^zi:  i^^E^: : 

zS=d:iiz^zp3^-Fp:Sz=pI:pzz^i^3i 
zf:fz*:It=z[ziti3rft=:±t=:t:J-t:==tM?-*i 


ADVENT  HARP. 


403 


zqzzzrz-z==zli:i1=iil=ipi]=izqz:g= 
-p-\ — izLi~' — *-*—f-*--#—*— {—"—#- 


flame, 


O      how  we    love    thy  charming    name. 


-•-#- 


-«- 


-6>— 


^^Si^fe 


When  1  can  say  my  God  is  mine, 
When  I  can  feel  thy  grace  divine; 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
Nor  envy  earthly  pride  or  state. 

3 
3  While  such  a  scene  of  heavenly  joys, 
Th'  enraptured  soul  on  earth  employs, 
The  spirit  longs  to  soar  away, 
To  regions  of  eternal  day. 

4 
And  we  shall  soon  pass  from  the  night, 
To  the  fair  coasts  of  perfect  light; 
Never  again  from  Christ  to  rove, 
The  object  of  our  boundless  love. 


404^ 


Andelusia.    L.  M. 

in: 


)_  j4  4_  t  ji — #|-g — I — f  I — 0f& —  #-  f-g — ( 


1.  Come  hith  -  er,  all     ye      weary  souls,  Ye  hea  -  vy 


2.  They  shall  find  rest  who  learn  of  me:  I'm    of       a 


*^ 


-^ 


#-- [•- g — ^-f— g-|— ^-f-i — r- -r-| — t— 


la 


den      sin  -  ners    come  ;   I'll  give  you  rest  from 


^-•-^^-*-W  —  — ^— 

meek    and    low  -  ly      mind ;    But    passion    rages 


2£=z*r: 


:d=i=p==:iz:1 


3=-rs3ET=t:z;-=f!;: 


*EEE?:SEi^: 


ADVENT  HARP. 


405 


z    •zf:  r:?z*!:iiiz[i:l:tzp:t^z€z?:iz?z  t- 


all  your  toils,  And  raise  you  to  my      heavenly    home. 


zjzqzz:iqz5S=5|:=]=5Fj=q=H:|=3=fF 
zi^zjzj:f:iz!?:±:?zf':t?z?:i:it3zj:±=3^^ 

like   the  sea,  And  pri<ie  is  restless      as      the    wind. 


::pzit: 

■"izZ?!' 


i:pz-:i:iz- „_ 


zEz[zz[z:fcz?:i:EzE±£zti:ttzt:zf::izizzt!: 


— ; l-l- 


-iS- 


ziz^zpiiiijz^p^z^iiitz-iiiizpzjiij-f-. 
z^zpzt:|:dzt:|:pzt^ 


3 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 
My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight: 

My  yoke  is  easy  to  the  neck; 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light. 


Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command; 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal. 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will 


406 


Adams.    L.  M. 


1 .  Lord,  thou  hast  search'd  and  seen  me  thro'j  Thine  eye  com  • 


2.  My  thoughts,  be-fore     they  are  my  own.  Are  to 


my 


-  P  A  mA-t^—mA *— #  -    -•— ^f^ — j-      ■    |-- 


;Eq==: 


-I — # o  — • <5 


•r 


IE; 


-# 0-9-  - 


mands  with  pierc  -  ing        view,        My         rising         and  my 


t_d_*_±_^_i: 


E3E5; 


God  dis  -  tinct  -  ly         known  5       He     knows  the    words  I 

zqziizijziizqzizqzqriizjiiz^ziziz^— I 
-as-^-9-^ — 1-4- — \ — i-l- -•-+-! — ,' — +-^:zz[:z 


■o~e-\9-i^ 


z^z^ztzzziztztztzb 


-c-^ 


---wz\^irrirj — \z=i.--2,ZT:$.-=M--^zpzfL. 


p-d'z-  :f =irp=:  :=j=i:zq-:  :=t=zp= 


r^zj^=pzj=5=t=i£fitrt=j=^: 


ADVENT   HARP. 


407 


P_:/b::  ::^_p:- :  -o — »-  '-o  -a-^  --s'-^'+^H 


i 


resting  hours,  My    heart  and  flesh,  with        all  their  powers.' 
mean  to  speak.  Ere    from    my     ope  -  ning      lips  they   break. 


^Z3E5 


::^ 


K_j,_sr 


E3EFE 


:t£zt=:t-~_:t:Ezz^:±=z?:±ztizK: 


3 
Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand; 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand; 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4 
Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great! 
What  large  extent!  what  lofty  height! 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

5 
O,  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  1  rove,  where'er  I  rest, 
Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there 


408 


Barton,    L.  M. 


b:?:2::tiz[i=t:: 

1.  Thine  earthly 

2.  No  more  fa  • 

t:B:2::3ziE«z±z? 

3.  No  rude    a 


_^z:jiz»zz: 

"Z_z"!zzzztz" 

Sabbaths,  Lord,  we 
tigue,  no  more  dis  • 

:i:zzz:zzz^zq: 
:z?z:?z_z?: 

larms    of   an-gry 


!z:5S::?z?z?: 


z^ii'^zJz*' 

O  long  -  ex  -  pect  -  ed  day,  be 


z^±:S::izztzt: 


z^zipz^zp: 
Iztzifrzpztz: 


ziztzziizztizt:: 

love  ;But  there's  a 
-  tress,  Nor  sin  nor 


:^Jazjzqzf 

foes  J  No  cares  to 
gin.  Dawn  on  these 


zjzqzzzqz 

1 ll»Ti*- 


^- 


^*z:z 


zt:ztzL:zt:z[z, 


— ^ — ^ 1 — 1 — I 


i^zipzzpzizzi 


liz±z:tzz± 


nobler  rest    a  -    bove  ;      To    that  our        long-ing  souls    as 
death,  shall  reach  the  place  j  No  groans  shall  min-gle  with    the 


E3ESSEp5fesP;^^3£^^^ 


-ST^-'-'-^-CiT 


:i-^:*: 


break  the  long  re  -  pose  ;      No  midnight    shade,  no    clouded 


zjziJ-Jz#z|z^zfz3z3-:i=i~^^:i:::S-i=: 

^gj:z_     I — '~| — r~^~~^~      TzfTZi — \ — \ — 

realms  of  pain  and     sin;     With  joy   we'll  tread  th' ap-point-ed 


:3zEzffz:sz:/Sz: 

ifztztzzitzztzz: 


■ztzit-t::*:: 


ADVENT   HARP. 


409 


—Q-. 

pire, 
songs 


With 
Which 


--  -  H 

j- 

^- 

But 


;zitii: 

cheer 
dwell 


ful 
up 


# e--m — # — 


# — #- 


ipz: 


:ii:^=iritr 


cred, 


hope   and  strong      de  • 
on        im  -  mor  -    tal 

high,       6  -    ter  -    nal 


z?zi: 

road, 


1—4- 1 1 1 


That       leads        to 


Z3: 


— I- 

-#- 


IZE3EE3: 


E3: 


rest,    to     rest     with 

« 

rrpzzp^t^zzzzl: 
±z_-tz=t=zzzz?: 


izqz:zzz*zz*zz;?ziz?2zzpzzz=jzizqzc- 
:zgigzSzzbzEEE|z^zz^zz|g=rtz|zijE 

sire,  With  cheerful       hope    and  strong    de    -  sire, 

tongues,    Which  dwell    up     -    on      im  -  mor  -  tal    tongues. 

noon.  But      sa  -  cred,      high,      e  -  ter  -  nal       noon. 

Z^iE?E»E*ESEK=3^EE^E 


.Q — \ 1 . -•- y — K— • — G-^ 

God.  That  leads     to        rest,      to      rest    with     God. 

•_J-4«-T-t— -•-zfzzz-T r- 

=pz:^i=tzzztz:tzzizE=:E:zt=34=FS 


410  Galilee.    L.  M. 


^z:_:3:x:±ZT=zrb±zt: 


izszzai^izp: 


tzzzt: 


■       X=Lzi 


1.  My 


-^  -^-^-  -^-^ — I-  -^ — I — |- 

^     '     -        '--     ^^'-      love!  Thy 


God,  how     end  -  less 


is      thy 


gifts  are      ev' -  ry      evening     new;    And  morn -ing    mercies 


:=ii 


_^ m     ^  -^  _     _     _  0.—.A  '''      ^ 

^S=tf*riiiE^EpptE^|*E=-:pi 


ADVENT   HARP. 


411 


from  a  -  bove  Gent  -  ly     dis  -  til      like      ear  -  ly      dew. 


wMMlU^^f^ifMMl 


zEzEfcE=Eicz~EEE:^i=tI=t=K 


Thou  spread 'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours; 

Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers 


I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command; 

To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 

Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 


412 


Blagden.    C.  M, 


Tzszziizzzzz: 
±zEz[i:Izzzz[:z±zt:ztzz: 

1.  My  God,    the  spring  of      all     my    joys,  The 

>z:Mz?:t?zz*:±_:®:3iJzdz#zi^iiz: 


2.    In     dark-est  shades,  if       he      ap  -  pear,  My 


S:z:lzz3:z«:I:?2zzp:izprff:izt:=:::l-1::^-P-T 
zz^:fe^ziz:i:t:zzc:iziizt:tzz=?zf-t::=t- 


. — ^z :. 

of       my  de  -  lights,  The      glo   -  ry       of      my 


zz^zz^:i_^_zl_z_z_|:-i1-i-(9_#-::-^ — #-• 
zz?=t:izzii^i±z2^ztzi^z±zt:zzriitizzr: 


life 


=5=^:izjzzzizzzFzzzHz^zj"pz3zii 


dawn-ing       is     be 


gun: 


He 


z^zzztztzzztz: 

zzil— qiiz^Zpz: 

• •iizzztz; 


4t^zM 

is      my  soul's  bright 


i 


ADVENT   HAKP. 


413 


—& 0- 


[izzt::±z:t==t=:t: 


ztitizzitzi-iiz^zbi: 


brightest      days,  And     com-fort         of          my  nights! 


iporn-ing      star.  And       he      my 


ris  -  inw      sun. 


X — O- 


zlzgi^li^i'ilim 


The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  love  is  mine, 

And  whispers,  I  am  his, 
4 
My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 

At  that  transporting  word, 
And  run  with  joy  the  shining  way, 

To  meet  my  gracious  Lord. 

5 
Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I  break  through  every  foe: 
The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
Shall  bear  me  conqueror  through. 
27 


414         Hope.    C.  M.    Double. 


a  hope  with-in  my  breast,  That 


Emm^vi^mi^Mm 


:Ltr! 


I  my  God    shall      see.  That 


I  shall  then  be 
•-T* •-#T 


zt-^z^ziz^ziji::zs5z^z^tz;ztp-pzFzt:: 


r^ 


i;i^p;z:=^i?z*;i"^3-^=P5:|::4zz=z:?ii 
ztj=^5gz|pzz:sz?:*z^^z3:Nz^5:^::: 


truly  blest.  And    from 


be       free. —      Yes, 


££s§g{^gipp5?g:| 


I— zi_jj_d-i-i-«i-j-z)izzj_izj_^ 


-^dz?z?zi>:  ztl :  J:5:?-  :?z*:3Eii:?£Bz : 

now         I  hear  the  long'd  for  cry.  The  Bride-groom   is      at 

*--• — -gz^ziiji-r- 


f=^EEE±4=±t=tE;E:tiE£=z 


ADVENT   HARP. 


415 


hand. 


And 


soon        up  -  on  the    opening  sky, 


:^_ps_?-i-«_: 


zmiq-lid^r 


join  the  heavenly  band, 


:q-p?-5?i: 


^Ti 


-L51- 

I 


0^ 


1 


I'll  join  the  heavenly     band. 


■I — I H— 

[ ^ 


:  :pE*E:^z?E:  ::^^H: 


Soon  with  his  saints  he  will  descend, 

The  dead  in  Christ  shall  rise, 
And  those  he  owns  on  earth  ascend, 

To  meet  him  in  the  skies; — 
With  what  delight  my  soul  will  then. 

The  Saviour's  Glory  see, 
Who  once  was  slain  for  fallen  men, 

The  King  eternal  He. 
3 
He  comes  to  punish  those  who  scoff, 

And  jest  at  sacred  things. 
And  put  the  dreaded  day  far  off, 

For  woe  to  them  it  brings; 
But  those  who  look  for  Christ  their  King, 

Shall  shout  for  joy  aloud, 
Their  troubles  o'er  they  then  will  sing, 

While  Jesus  they  surround. 


416 


Ringwood.    L.  M. 


■O—^- 


^- 


-e 


p- K S»— 

■ 1 e — 


1.  Great  God,  whose 


-O- 


U       -      Dl 


-©- 


ver     -    sal 


S"i5£i:fz!Ei3SE=EE;gEeE=: 


E:a?EE?3EIEES=SEEEEE=t 


1 l2_. 


z?z:-r|=^z:^:Mz--?z;ii|zixu*z:?;ziz; 


O    - 


sway  All      heaven  re    -  veres,      all  worlds 

zz:ztzi?i2£:^zizrfzT:zTz?f:fz:i:f5= 
ia:^z|E5ri:zfzEzjzz:^r|zgz:==zpr.f 


— r 


^—$=ztzz^-^-^z=zi=S—^— 


"ST 
bey. 


Now 


make 


J. 


-O- 
the 

! 


Saviour's 


1 


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ADVENT   KAKP 


417 


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Thy  sceptre  well  becomes  his  hands. 
Angels  submit  to  his  commands; 
His  justice  shall  protect  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 


With  power  he  vindicates  the  just, 
And  treads  th'  oppressor  in  the  dust; 
His  righteous  government  shall  last, 
Till  days,  and  yeaj's,  and  time  be  past. 


418        The  Call  of  The  Time. 


Music, — "  The  Marseillaise.^^ 


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1.     Ye  saints  of  God  a-wake  to  duty  !   Hark  !  hark  the 


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mes-sage  from  the     skies  !    Your  Kingde  -  scend-ii^    in     his 


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419 


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An-gels    bid    you      rise.         Shall  earthly  pleasures  still  de- 


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ceiving,  With  Satan's    hosts    and  fie    -    ry      darts,        Now 


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z«i?zlz^z*zfz±rS;t-_zt;z±zz:qz*z^:.q:5i± 

darken  and  enthrall  your  hearts,  While  Chri-stfor  your  delay  is 


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420 


ADVENT   HARP. 


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A  -     rouse  !    a-rouse  ye     saints, 


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ADVENT   HAKP.  421 


Now,  now,  portentous  omens  thick'ning, 
Proclaim  the  long  predicted  morn. 

When,  Gabriel's  tinimp  the  sleepers  quick'ning. 
Nations  sliall  in  a  day  be  born. 

And  will  you  worship  earthly  treasure 
While  thrones  and  kingdoms  melt  away, 
And  princes  flee  in  dread  dismay? 

Will  you  be  slaves  to  sinful  pleasure? 
Arouse!  arouse,  he. 

3 
With  luxury  and  pride  surrounded, 

The  votary  of  earth  may  dare 
To  gratify  desires  unbounded, 

Till  overwhelmed  in  dark  despair; 
But,  Christians,  we  should  heed  the  warning, 

To  watch  and  fight  the  conflict  o'er, 

That  we  may  reign  forevermore 
With  Christ,  when  breaks  th'expected  morning. 
Arouse!  arouse,  &c. 

4 

Oh  glorious  hope!  can  we  resign  thee, 
Once  having  felt  thy  genial  flame? 

Shall  earthly  smiles  or  frowns  consign  thee 
To  darkness — leaving  us  to  shame? 

Too  long  our  hearts  have  wept,  bewailing 
Our  sad  estate,  scattered  and  peeled, 
But  God  shall  be  our  strength  and  shield. 

Already  Zion's  foes  are  quailing. 
Arouse!  arouse,  &c. 


422  The  Happy  Land. 


1.  There  is    a         happy  land,  Far,  far    a    -    way, 


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Where  saints  in  glo  -  ry  stand,  Bright,  bright  as         day. 


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Oh    how  they     sweetly  sing     Worthy  is     our      Saviour  King, 


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423 


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Loud    let      his        prais  -  es  ring,  Praise,  praise  for        aye. 


Come  to  the  happy  land, 

Come,  come  away; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand, 

Why  yet  delay  ? 
Oh,  we  shall  happy  be, 
When  from  sin  and  sorrow  free  * 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Blest,  blest  for  aye. 


3 

Bright,  in  that  happy  land, 

Beams  every  eye; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  cannot  die. 
Then  shall  thy  kingdom  come; 
Saints  shall  have  a  glorious  home; 
And  brio-ht,  above  the  sun, 

Reisn,  reign  for  ave. 


424  Oh  come  to  reign  I 


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And  with  childlike,      blest  sub-mis-sion,      Ev  -  er      ris  -  eth 

if  ^z?~^  -  ^~  p~-^"-§~~tzf  itzi^iizzrzi 


ADVENT  HARP. 

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this     pe  -    ti  -  tion— *•  Je  -  sus,  come — oh     come  to  re 


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425 


List  again ; — the  low  earth  sigheth, 
And  the  blood  of  martyrs  crieth 
From  its  bosom,  where  there  lieth 

Millions  upon  millions  slain : 
"  Lord,  how  long,  ere  thy  word  given, 
All  the  wicked  shall  be  driven 
From  the  earth  by  bolts  of  Heaven  ? 

Jesus  come — oh  come  to  reign." 
Kingdoms  now  are  reeling,  falling, 
Nations  He  in  wo  appalling. 
On  their  sages  vainly  calling^ 

All  these  wonders  to  explain ; 
While  the  slain  around  are  lying, 
God's  own  little  flock  are  sighing. 
And  in  secret  places  crying, 

"  Jesus  come — oh  come  to  reign." 
Here  the  wicked  lived  securely, 
Of  to-morrow  boasting  surely. 
While  from  those  who're  walking  purely 

They  extort  dishonest  gain  ; 
Yea,  the  meek  are  burden'd,  driven ; 
Want  and  care  to  them  are  given, 
But  they  lift  the  cry  to  Heaven, 

"  Jesus  come — oh  come  to  reign." 
Christian,  cheer  thee — land  is  nearing, 
Still  be  hopeful — nothing  fearing, 
Soon  in  majesty  appearing, 

You'll  behold  the  Lamb  once  slain  ; 
Oh  how  joyful  then  to  hear  him, 
AVhile  all  nations  shall  revere  him, 
Saying  to  his  flock  who  fear  him, 

"  /  liavt  come — on  cmih  to  reign." 


426 


The  AVarnins, 


Ah,  guil-ty     sin  -  ner,      ruined    hy    transgression, 


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hazt:z[z=:?:k.?zz?:fi=:?:§?z:?lfiiz:p_t 

Ofl    has  He  call'd  thee,  but  thou  would'st  not  hear  him, 

z:S:zzz:tz-_:z:±zt:ztz:-±?z:*z:?z:i^ir=t:± 


zdz=Jzzi^zz:?=?zz-zd 


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What  shall  thy  doom   be,     when,  ar  -  rayed  in       ter  -  ror, 

z[z=:fi=:==:i:i==:Ezttzz*z=zz^?: 

Mer-cies  and    judg  -  ments  liave     a  -  like    been  slighted, 


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God  shall    com  -  mand  thee,  covered   with    pol    -    lu  -  tion, 

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ADVENT  HARP. 


427 


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Up      to     the     judgment?      Up      lo      the       judgment. 

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Waits  to      embrace      you,  Waits     to       em  -   brace      you. 


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Come,  then,  poor  sinner,  come  away  this  moment; 
Just  as  you  are,  come,  filthy  and  polluted  ! 
Come  to  the  fountain  open  for  uncleanncss : 
Jesus  invites  you ! 

But  if  you  trifle  with  his  gracious  message ; 
Cleave  to  the  world,  and  love  its  guilty  pleasures; 
Mercy,  grown  weary,  will  in  righteous  judgment 
Quit  you  for  ever  ! 

Then  you  shall  call,  but  he  will  not  regard  you : 
Seek  for  His  favor,  yet  will  never  find  it ; 
Cry  to  the  rocks  to  hide  you  from  his  presence 
Deep  in  their  caverns  J 

Oh,  guilty  sinner,  hear  the  voice  of  warning ; 
Fly  to  the  Savior,  and  embrace  his  pardon  ; 
So  shall  you  meet  him,  and  with  joy  triumphant. 
Coming  to  judgment ! 


428 


Melesina.  C.  M. 


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1.  O  glorious  day  of  heavenly  rest,  We  hail  each  sign  of  thee  j 
2.  With  cheerful  hope  and  earnest  pray'r,Still  trusting  in  thy  word, 

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With  eagerheartsand  longing  eyes, We  wait  thy  dawn  to  see.Those 

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We  long  to  see  the  eastern  skies  Reveal  thy  advent.  Lord  !  Then 


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gilded  rays  of  glory  bright,  Resplendent  as  the  sun,  Must  soon  to  every 

zEz^zE:fii?:[z:f^EiEj^tz^tf?:t?±r^?:iill 

would  our  waiting  souls  rejoice.Could  we  thy  face  behold,  lu  ages  of  tri- 

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ADVENT  HARP.  429 

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eye  make  known  The  holy  coming  One, The  holy  coming  One. 

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uinphant  l)Iiss,Onr  joys  could  ne'er  be  toldOur  joys  could  ne'er  be  told. 


I 'zzzbzzzii'itiztzzilzttiiEzi  tz^-i^zi^zlpzEL 


3   Ob  !  blissful  day  of  promise  blest, 

We  long  to  share  thy  peace, 
When  pain  and  every  ill  shall  end. 

And  pleasures  neA'er  cease, — 
When  rapturous  joy,  like  holy  fire. 

Shall  swell  our  song  of  praise. 
And  every  wondering,  grateful  heart, 

Extol  thy  work  of  grace. 

4  Redeemed  beyond  the  reach  of  sin, 

Victorious  o'er  the  grave, 
The  ransomed  shall  with  anoel  tonoues 

Adore  thy  power  to  save. 
Thy  wondrous  love  shall  keep  each  heart 

In  sweetest  union  bound, 
And  naught  shall  ever  cause  a  tear, 

For  grief  will  ne'er  be  found. 

5  There  crowns  of  glory  gemmed  with  light, 

The  gifts  from  Christ's  own  hand, 
Shall  every  princely  saint  adorn 

Within  the  promised  land. 
To  golden  lyres  e^ch  voice  shall  tune 

An  anthem  sweet  and  long, — 
"  To  Christ  who  saved  us  by  his  blood, 

All    glory  shall  belong." 

6  Oh !  glorious  day,  with  haste  draw  near, 

For  we  would  share  thy  rest ; 
We  long  from  every  evil  freed 

To  be  supremely  blest. 
Oh  !  shed  thy  beams  of  glory  forth, 

Dispel  this  gloomy  night, 
And  let  the  earth  renew'd  rejoi(,'e 
28  To  sec  th.v  welcome  licrht. 


430  Jerusalem,   C,  M, 


Je    -  ru  -  sa  -  lem,  my       glorious  home.  Name 


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431 


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There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 
Blest  seats !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 

I  onward  press  to  you. 
Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  wo  ? 

Or  feel  while  here  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  heavenly  land  in  view, 

And  realms  of  endless  day. 
Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there. 

Around  my  Savior  stand  ; 
Then  all  the  saints  of  every  age 

Will  join  the  glorious  band. 
Jerusalem  !  my  glorious  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 

AVhen  I  thy  joys  shall  see 


432  Harwell.  8s,  7s  &  7, 

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song  of  Ju-  bi 
long  captiv  - 1 


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ADVENT  HARP. 


433 


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^ — I 1 1 — ^ — I 1— I — I hz~r^ 


2  Now  the  theme  in  pealing  thunders 
Through  the  universe  is  rung ; 
Now,  in  gentler  tones,  the  wonders 
Of  redeeming  grace  are  sung. 

Wider  now,  and  louder  rising, 
Swells  and  soars  th'enraptured  strain. 

3  While  they  sweep  the  golden  lyre, 
More  enchanting  notes  arise, 
Till  each  anthem,  wafted  higher, 
Joins  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 

Earth's  unnumbered  tongues  comprising, 
Sound  the  conquerer's  praise  again. 

4  Oh !  the  rapturous,  blissful  story 
Spoken  to  Emmanuel's  praise  j 
And  the  strains  so  full  of  glory, 
That  immortal  voices  raise  ! 

Now  a  sea  of  bliss  unbounded 
Spreads  o'er  earth  from  pole  to  polo ! 

5  While  our  crowns  of  glory  casting 
At  his  feet  in  rapture  lost, — 

We  in  anthems  everlasting 
Mingle  with  th'  angelic  host! 

Jesus  reigns  !  the  shout  is  sounded. 

And  its  joyous  echoes  roll. 

6  Yes,  He  reigns  !  the  great  Messiah, 
In  Millennial  glory  crowned  ; 

"  Israel's  hope,"  and  "  Earth  desire  " 
Now  triumphant  and  renowned ; 

Hail,  Messiah ! — reign  forever ! 

Hail,  Emmanuel !   Lord  of  all ! 


Christ's  Triumph. 

Music, — Harwell. 

1  Hark,  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices, 

Sound  the  note  of  praise  above ! 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices  : 

Jesus  reigns  the  God  of  love  : 
See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne  ; 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah,  Amen. 

2  Jesus,  hail !  whose  glory  brightens 

All  above,  and  gives  it  worth ; 
Lord  of  life,  thy  smile  enlightens, 

Cheers  and  charms  thy  saints  on  earth : 
When  we  think  of  love  like  thine, 
Lord,  we  own  it  love  divine. 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah.  Amen. 

8  King  of  glory,  reign  for  ever, 
Thine  an  everlasting  crown  : 
Nothing  from  thy  love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  thou  shalt  call  thine  own ; 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace. 
Destined  to  behold  thy  face. 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah,  Amen. 

4  Savior,  hasten  thine  appearing ; 

Bring,  oh  bring  the  glorious  day, 
When,  the  awful  summons  hearing. 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ; 
Then  with  golden  harps  we'll  sing, 
**  Glory,  glory  to  our  King." 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah,  Amen. 


Monnt  Pleasant.  L.  M.        435 

Auimato* 


Auimato* — — t 

1  Ye    Chris-tian    he  -    roes,    go,    pro-claim   bal - 

2  He'll  shield  you  with     a     wall      of     fire }    Wit 


g^Ei^if=i 


pro-claim   Sal  - 
of     fire}    With 


"    And  when    our     la  -  bors    all       are    o'er.    Then 
The    laborers  then  their  sheaves  bnng  home ;  With 

i^Titml^: — 


^  3    And  when    our     la  -  bors    an        are    o  er,     j,  iien 

4    The    laborers  then  their  sheaves  bring  home ;  With 


va  -  tion    in        Imman  -  uel'snamejTo    distant  climes  the 
ho  -    ly    zeal   your  hearts  in  -  spire  j  Bid  rag  -  ing  winds  their 


sTiall  we  meet     to    part     no  more  j  Meet  with  the    ransomed 
joy  from    ev'  -  ry    land  tliey  come :  The  Master    gives  to 


-^— 


tr 


^^gfel^gg 


:it:±?"=t±3== 

tid  -  ings  bear,  And     bid  them  for    the    end   pre-pare ! 
fu  -  -  ry  cease,  And  calm    the  sav  -  age  breast  to  peace 


each  his  crown :  For  stars    he  tells    the  souls  they    won, 


rn^^^m^ 


436 


God  Speed  the  Right. 


1.    Now    to  heav'n  our  prayers  as  -  cend  -  ing, 


UT^'f~f=^ 


*:4= 


^ 


(jrod  speed  the  Right ;  In  a    no  -  ble  cause  contending, 

Z2t:S^:  :^2t :  tz^zzizizHESE^ 


t=t=:tz::t:J 


^-r 


— -j — -^±-3z±zizi — • — f'=-«-^ 


-o- 


I  •"        -^  I 

God  speed     the     right. 


Be      their     zeal     in 


■:X 


:X- 


■=x 


zii^z=z. 


+=S5::^=i=* 


3* 


^ESEfedri-JEi^E 


=t 


heav'n  record  -  ed,      In    the  better    land  re-ward-ed, 

zzl==tzj=ijzi:pz:^:pz:pziizzi=z=:: 
.3lzzilzzfczt±t:zt=:t:::rfS3=3=; 


ADVENT  HARP. 


43T 


__j — j — ^_± — J. 

I 

God  speed  the  right, 


pzizpzzzzizp: 


God  speed  the    right. 


=z±2izrt 


1 


2  Be  that  prayer  again  repeated, 

God  speed  the  right ; 
Ne'er  despairing,  though  defeated, 

God  speed  the  right. 
Like  the  good  and  great  in  story. 
If  they  fail,  they  fail  with  glory- 
God  speed  the  right. 

3  Patient,  firm,  and  persevering, 

God  speed  the  right ; 
Ne'er  th'  event  nor  danger  fearing, 

God  speed  the  right. 
Pains,  nor  toils,  nor  trials  heeding. 
And  in  heaven's  own  time  succeeding, 

God  speed  the  right. 

4  Still  their  onward  course  pursuing, 

God  speed  the  right; 
Every  foe  at  length  subduing, 

God  speed  the  right. 
Truth,  thy  cause,  whate'er  delay  it, 
There's  no  power  on  earth  can  stay  it, 

God  speed  the  right. 


438 


Worthy  is  the  Lamb, 


:ilz:^zdzjiilzqzzi 
-•--^ — I — I 


^-# 


:M 


-I 


rgJ 


Worthy,  worthy  is  the  Lamb,  Worthy,  worthy  is  the  Laml), 


^^-i-^-* 


«zr!:zp 


I — JL^ — ■- 


I 1 f-- 

Wor  -  thy,  wor  -  thy       is    the    Lamb  that  was        slain  j 


GIo  -  ry, 


Hal  -    le  -  lu  -  jah,  Praise  him,  Hal 

V  .p.  .^  _j 


le  -  lu  -jah, 


-•  ^:— 1# — •-r-^-- HS — t^-  -| ^ ' — ' — <S^ 


1—1- ^-^- 


:=\z 


Ld=i::^3.:_jj-4-si_-j_-i-#s-»-5- — +-^1-1- 

Glo  -  ry,    Hal  -    le  -    lu 
.^.#_        ,     Pi-    -f2_ 

ztz3:t=S5t=lt=: 

-I 1 L 


jah 

-|2- 


to 


z±^=z[iz±zt= 


the  Lamb. 


-«^ T 


pziz^zzj^-zzzp 


ADVENT  HARP.  439 

Sons  of  morning,  sing  his  praise, 
In  the  noblest  strains  you  raise, 
Man's  redemption  claims  your  lays. 
Praise  the  Lamb. 

Glory,  hallelujah,  &c. 
Christ  has  come  in  very  deed. 
Born  to  bruise  the  serpent's  head  ; 
Sing  the  woman's  conquering  Seed, 
Praise  the  Lamb. 

Glory,  hallelujah,  &c. 
See,  in  sad  Gethsemane, 
See,  on  tragic  Calvary, 
Sinner,  see  his  love  to  thee, 

Praise  the  Lamb. 

Glory,  hallelujah,  &c. 
Ethiopia,  stretch  thy  hands  ! 
Come,  ye  tribes  of  distant  lands, 
Countless  as  the  ocean's  sands. 

Praise  the  Lamb. 

Glory,  hallelujah,  &c. 
Savior,  let  thy  kingdom  come ! 
Now  the  Man  of  Sin  consume, — 
Bring  thy  blest  millennium. 
Holy  Lamb. 

Glory,  hallelujah,  &c. 
Strike  the  stoutest  sinner  through, 
Force  the  cry,  »  AVhat  shall  I  do  ?* 
Let  him  weep  till  born  anew. 
Blessed  Lamb. 

Glory,  hallelujah,  &c. 
Penitents,  dry  up  your  tears, 
God  hath  heard  believing  prayers, 
He  forgives  you  when  he  hears, 
His  dear  Lamb. 

Glory,  hallelujah,  &c. 
Thus  may  we  each  moment  feel. 
Love  him,  serve  him,  praise  him  still, 
Till  we  all  on  Zion's  hill 

See  the  Lamb. 

Glory,  hallelujah,  &c. 


440 


Affetuoso* 


Unity.  6s  &  5s. 

— ^-4-#-f--^ — -f  1 1 ( — I \ 1 , — I \-W- 


iktvt 


A:Jz?zf:i_?z*:i?i:izzzi_?z^E 


When  shall  we  meet  again?  Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ? 


a|fc^zpzr3pr^zp33z3z^ipzpz^ 
=±li4:Uzi;r±3t^zti?z:?z?zft;ziizzJ 


==?tzzp 

-0 1 i +! 


■W=ltzzw=- 


t=ltE?S 


tzltji: 


ipzipzzSzf 

H 4-1 1 — 1. 


—1 — m — #- 


-1 -*- ^— L^ ^— »- 


-I 1 — 

When  will  peace  wreath  her  chain,  Round  us  for  -    ev  -  er  ? 

-1 — 1^ 1^1 


-y- 


W—^dW 


•^ — ^ — I— 


^ — ^—i? — Szt 


^ipz::pz3z:p:Tz=:p_-Tpz:pz:jiz:«zzzz=F 

H — l-i — I — I — \ — # — I — I — I — — i— f# — #zl 


••— #-- P--#- 


-H H 1 1 1 — -IH 

-A L^ — ^ — ^__^J., 


--  -I — I — j — \ — 1 — 


Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose,  Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows,  In 


^J V^ — ^ — ^ — j^ 


:p=P 

•h — h 


3pz:pzzp:zp:i 

--f  I — I — I — I — j 


ADVENT  HARP. 


— « — m — e- 


^. 


H- 


iii 


esEE 


1 \ WrW 9- 


-fi\—l7\- 


441 


z-zrz=]^-zf!tiq*i:^=3i=ipid5=:^'!!r|= 

-^ ^ -^^-•-  0 0- — K-  J <C/- ■ 

this    dark  vale      of     woes.  Nev  -  er,       no,    Nev  -  er! 


When  shall  love  freely  flow  ? 

Pure  as  life's  river  ? 
When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow, 

Changeless  forever  ? 
Where  joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
And  fears  of  parting  chill 
Never  !  no,  never  ! 

There,  to  that  world  of  light, 

Take  us,  dear  Saviour ; 
May  we  all  there  unite, 

Happy,  for  ever ; 
Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 
There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel 
Never  !  no,  never  ! 

Soon  shall  we  meet  again, 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever ; 
There  will  peace  wreath  her  chain, 

Round  us  forever  : 
Weary  saint,  then  repose 
Free  from  all  worldly  woes ; 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close 
Never  !  no,  never ! 


442 


Consolation.   6s  &  5s, 


— ^-^_^_X  [ZZt  JZ  l(Z_^  -^-^-XfZ — . 


t-fe:g-zijzq^:j^d^T-zz--Tzlzij^-^iq=a 

Why  that  look  of   sadness?  Why  that  downcast  eye  1 

-f-jj4:ztz^z^z~zi?z?t:i?z?z?z?zi[z±:i 


z^z:^z:^z:zzTz=:zzz: 

~\ — -H — ^i:-*—  -^ — ^-t^- 


-  >  --^ — i — P^it^ — ■ 


zSxJz:Sz:tfz:t 


#--* 


^^l 


::f#zzilzzzxl 

j-t^— 1^— I — w.-i-i — 

Can  no   tho't  of    gladness  Lift  thy   soul   on    high? 


m—g-\o  I 


(iz:^z:sz:*zi?zz:/BZ^ziiz:[zztz:3:fez^E 
( — ^— ^  — ^_xi 1 x> :r_i|Z — zt 


-i — I — ^ — H- 
_j ^ ^- 


lJz^z:.^z:p_:,_:f:._-___      __. 

1 1 


^-+- 


-^^ 


1z^iz:^=\: 


O  thou   heir  of 


:J^:T 


•-i:5=S«t?r:±5=:^z:«;^^=t3f_ 


heaven, 


#--# 


-1 1— ^1 1 0 

: — — i;z — , — ^it_:^:_i^:_i^_ 


Think  of     Je  -  sus'    love. 


ADVENT  HARP. 


443 


pzipzip: 

-j — i — f— 
-I — ^ — ^- 


nit: 


^lis^^S 


-: ±) ±-0 — m — J — m±_^ 


While  to  thee  is      giv  -  en 


All  his    grace  to 


ipzipz: 


W~^- 


:iiz^zI2=:ti~|iz:3:I:pz 


=tzt 


-1 1**— ^ — 


1  Why  that  look  ot  sadness? 

Why  that  downcast  eye? 
Can  no  thought  of  gladness 

Lift  thy  soul  on  high? 
O  thou  heir  of  heaven, 

Think  of  Jesus'  love, 
While  to  thee  is  given 

All  his  grace  to  prove. 

2  Is  thy  burden 'd  spirit 

Anguish 'd  for  thy  sin? 
Think  of  Jesus'  merit; 

He  can  make  thee  clean: 
Think  of  Calvary's  mountain, 

When  his  blood  was  spilt; 
In  that  precious  fountain 

Wash  away  thy  guilt. 

3  Is  thy  spirit  drooping? 

Is  the  tempter  near? 
Still  on  Jesus  hoping, 

What  hast  thou  to  fear? 
Set  the  prize  before  thee, 

Gird  thy  armor  on; 
Heir  of  grace  and  glory. 

Struggle  for  thy  crown. 


444  Victory. 


C.M. 


-U-^— /^-«-« o— ff— -  -y!=v 1 — I iV-^ 


1 
1.     When  I  can     read  mv 


I  (         ^ 

ti  -  tie  clear,  To  mansions  in 


,  li:'e.!.LIj'~«~g 

-  -K — ©-  -j — mh — I — I— 


=4: 


— o 0--'\ 


ip — p — 1 — 


— 1~r 


z!fzzd=±:^i:?: 

the        skies, 


t: 


rztipzztizlizl 

i:^=z::jzi:«z:pz:p: 
±±zz^z+-»- 


^±5E^^ 


I    bid    fare  -  well      to      every  fear,  And 


t: 


L _±  J Lrf_ 


^x_i — >zt:lz:] 


-izzz^: 

zz±pzz^±tzpzE=?: 


'©— f  <s — H-  '-9-m-m- 


_pt_jac — 
-I f 


4; 


— (0 — (9 — jB — 28 

I     1     r   r. 

wipe  my  weeping  eyes 

-W—\ — I — ~^-\—. 


Mz^: 


-o 


iszT^zz; 


z^zi'^zz 


And  wipe  my  weeping 


— W- — I — I \—\ — ^ 


P 1 


wipe  my  weeping  eyes , 


ADVENT  HARP. 


446 


-la Z? K ? J — g_I_2_S«-X_«_i — 


eyes,  And      wipe  my    weep  -    ing        eyes. 

-FE^ESziz?^Eti3z3=-^3^Eg 

..  ._t — p_-  -P^=c— — ±z?z=:tzz±z— t 


1  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurled, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  Grod,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 
29 


446         I  long  to  be  there,   lis. 

(|5:*5=zz:Tnz^^i]^n=q;^ipTip-:=zzz:ifti 


itii-i^ 


1  In  the  midst  of  temptation,  and  sorrow,  and  strife,And 

2  When      pov  -  er-ty  presses,  and  foes  do  surround.And 


aE#Jr_ 


^zipzjizpzpifzpzizzizzzz 

zSztEz^'!:^zi!:!z'!^SzczL^ 


zlzztzUztziaz- 


zdzHzilziilzi]: :  Jzqz!lz3f  ipi^z*z.fz 
z?zfz?z?zi^zfI*z?ziz?:Kz±ESzbd 


^^^^tyz-»- 

evils  unnumbered,  of    this  bitter  life,      I    look   to  a    blessed 
clouds  of  thick  darkness  do  hover  around  The  pathway  to  glory, 


t£±^^^ 


ti;v£5::i=~:':tirU±^-?iitfaf:*:!z*^^ 

earth, free  from  all  care;The  kingdom  of  Jesus,and  long  to  be  tbere,long  to 

(be  there, 
which  Christ  did  prepare,  I  look  for  his  coming,  and  long  to  be  there,  long 

(to  be  there, 

i — I — I — F-^-F-l — F-F-f — «-— + — + 


-^fi — I — "^"1 — i — r^ — 


•^-^- 


long  to  be  there,  The  kingdom  of  Jesus,  and  long  to  be  there  ! 
long  to  be  there,    I  look  for  his  coming,  and   long  to  be  there  ! 

ip=»x^p=^M=^=^=zlzr|^::fiz=z==rp:c- 

X LI ^_j^_«-l — 


^ADVENT  HARP.  447 

When  this  mortal  body  is  racking  with  pain, 

And  demons  are  striving  to  trouble  my  brain, 

I  hope  for  the  crown  that  the  saints  soon  shall  wear, 

In  the  regions  of  glory,  and  long  to  be  there ! 

When  the  wicked  are  scoffing, — because  I  believe 

The  Saviour  is  coming,  my  pains  to  relieve, — 

I  weep  for  their  folly,  and  bow  in  deep  pray'r, 

For  Christ's  coming  kingdom,  and  long  to  be  there! 

And  when  cruel  death  with  his  spear  lifted  high, 

Stands  full  in  my  presence,  and  says,  thou  shalt  die  ! 

I  think  how  my  Saviour  its  smart  once  did  bear, 

To  fit  me  for  Eden,  and  long  to  be  there ! 

When  the  grave,  with  its  millions  of  captives,  appears 

To  the  eye  of  my  mind,  it  awakens  my  fears : 

I  yearn  for  that  morn,  when  the  dead  saints  shall  wear 

Their  glorified  bodies,  and  long  to  be  there 


By  the  sweet  flowing  River  of  Life  I  will  sing 
My  triumph  through  Jesus,  my  Saviour  and  King, 
And  praise  him  who  brought  me,  a  sinner,  to  share 
A  feast  of  fat  things, — O,  I  long  to  be  there! 
I  long  to  be  there  I  and  the  thought  that  'tis  near 
Makes  me  almost  impatient  for  Christ  t'  appear, 
And  fit  up  that  dwelling  of  glories  so  rare. 
The  earth  rob'd  in  beauty,  I  long  to  be  there ! 
"We  groan  with  ihe  Crrniiou.    Rom*  8« — 23;  23* 
I'm  weary  of  staying — O  when  shall  I  rest 
In  that  promised  land  of  the  good  and  the  blest — 
Where  sin  shall  no  lonryer  her  blandishments  spread, 
And  tears  and  temptations  forever  are  fled. 
I'm  weary  of  sighing  o'er  sorrows  of  earth. 
O'er  joys'  glowing  visions  that  fade  at  their  birth ; 
O'er  the  pangs  of  the  lov'd  that  we  cannot  assuage, 
O'er  the  blightings  of  youth,  and  the  weakness  of  age. 
I'm  weary  of  hoping,  where  hope  is  untrue. 
As  fair  but  as  fleeting  as  bright  morning  dew ; — 
I  long  for  that  land  whose  blest  promise  alone 
Is  changeless,  and  sure  as  eternity's  throne. 
I'm  weary  of  loving,  where  all  pass  away, 
The  brightest  and  fairest,  alas  I  cannot  stay  ; 
I  look  to  the  place  where  these  partings  are  o'er, 
Where  death  and  the  tomb  can  divide  us  no  more ! 


448 


Liberty.  CM. 


:^=1zjzjf:jz-z^z-.r-:~^^^^ 


±i4-ZsizMZs::fi 


-h-- 


rrtz±rz:f::± 


El 


:  bfaz^z^:  :Fzp:^-:-qf  iji:^::  :pztz^=|z:± 

lz4:zt:zr:ztz±EzE:zz:?^±?z=:fczEzEz=:± 

I  That  glorious  day  is  drawing  nigh,  When  Zion's  light  shall 


ztrx:-!.. 

come ; 
-0~ T T'^ 


She 


She  shall  a  -  rise  and  shine  on    high,  She 


come  j 


-g--f-tf--i — I — r'~f[~  "^z^z^zE^'  "^zizz^Z"^" 

come  5  She  shall  arise  and  shine  on  high,  She  shall  a  -  rise   and 


-*E5E?2rJEEEEb:-r::?23Sl*Efc«i: 


shall  arise  and  shine  on  hisjh,  She  shall  arise  and^shine  on  high, She 


3E3=: 


j^ 


:^z^-[z:; 


?z? 

arise 


^:; 


shall  arise  and  shine  on  high.  Bright  as  the  morning  sun 

:*ziiztf  ztz:±izzz=zziz:  tzzb:*?^^:  :zzz==z: 


:*ziiztfz^:|rzz=zz[z:J[ 

shine  on  high,  Arise  and  shine  on  high, 


ADVENT  HARP.  449 

shall  arise    and     shine,  Bright  as     the     morn  -  ing       sun. 


T-O—^- r- 


1 


Bright  as     the.     morn  -  ing      sun. 


EEEtE^ 


Bright  as  the        morn-ing        sun. 


2  The  north  and  south  her  sons  resign, 
And  earth's  foundation  rend  ; 
A  bride  adorn'd,  Jerusalem, 
All  slorious  shall  descend. 

8  When  Zion's  bleeding,  conquering  King 
Shall  sin  and  death  destroy, 
The  morning  stars  shall  join  to  sing, 
And  Zion  shout  for  joy. 

4  Descending  with  sweet  melting  strains, 

Jehovah  they  adore ; 
Such  shouts  through  earth's  extended  plains, 
Were  never  heard  before. 

5  Let  Satan  rage  and  boast  no  more, 

Nor  think  his  reign  is  long  ; 
Though  saints  are  feeble,  frail  and  poor, 
Their  coming  King  is  strong. 

6  A  thousand  years  shall  roll  around. 

The  church  shall  be  complete  : 
Call'd  by  the  last  trumpet's  last  sound, 
Their  Saviour's  face  to  meet. 

7  With  joy  they  meet  him  in  the  sky. 

Whom  here  their  souls  ador'd ; 
And  in  a  world  where  none  shall  die, 
Live  ever  with  their  Lord. 


450 


Lenox.  H,  M. 


:^zt:iE:zE=tzt±=Ezfrzr£~*^z£:] 


z4z^ipz:pz:3r:^z 

h:^zt:ltz-4iz:?z:*- 


■~T 


:qz»r:fz:f-*- 


^?x=?r±tz!Er:E=E 


1     Je  -  sus,  at    thy  command,      I  launch  in  -   to    the 


i^Z^ZZtTZJZZJZI-ZZ^ZJ^ZI^ZlfZZ^ZltZZ^ 

?3^*E;^ESEEEEEtE-t=E 


r^=^ii?=^z:*z:ttgirf?zf^z:pztz^ 

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My  compass  is  his  word ; 
My  soul  each  storm  defies, 

Whilst  I  have  such  a  Lord ; 
I  trust  his  faithfulness  and  pow*r, 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 
8  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep 

Through  all  my  passage  lie ; 
Yet  he  shall  safely  keep 

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How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop, 
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4  By  faith  I  see  the  land, 

The  port  of  endless  rest; 
My  soul,  thy  wings  expand, 

And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast ! 
Oh  may  I  reach  the  heav'nly  shore, 
Where  winds  and  waves  distress  no  morel 
6  Whene'er  becalm'd  I  lie, 

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To  keep  us  iVom  our  love. 

3  Why  should  we  treinble  lo  ronve^ 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  ilesii  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  Tlie  graves  of  ail  liis  saints  he  blest, 

And  softenVI  every  bed  ; 
Where  should  the  dyiiig  nieml)ers  rtsi, 
But  with  their  dying  Head. 

5  Thence  he  arose.  as^ceiiJing  high, 

And  show'd  our  feet  the  way  : 
Up  to  ilie  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly. 
At  the  sjreat  risiu";"  day. 

6  Tiien  let  ihe  last  loud  trumpet  soiukI, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise  ; 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  grouud  • 
Ye  saints   ascend  tlie  skies. 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


Page. 

1.  Public  Worship,      ....       «...         1 — 7 

2.  The  Holy  Scriptures, 8 — 12 

3.  Preaching  and  Teaching,  .       .  ...     12 — 18 

4.  Redemption, 18 — 23 

5.  Providence,       .........      23 — 31 

6.  Signs  of  the  Times,   .......         32 — 36 

7.  The  Second  Advent, 36 — 40 

8.  The  Judgment, 40 — 43 

9.  Awakening, 44 — 47 

10.  Penitential 48 — 54 

11.  Prayer, 64—58 

12.  Faith, 69—65 

13.  Christian  Experience, 65 — 73 

14.  Christian  Fellowship, 73 — 79 

15.  Christian  Holiness, .      79 — 84 

16.  Christian  Warfare,        ......         84 — 89 

17.  Patience, 89—95 

18.  Watchfulness,    ........         95 — 99 

19.  Waiting  for  Deliverance, 99 — 104 

20.  Hope  Triumphant, 104—108 

21.  The  Resurrection  to  Life, 108 — 113 

22.  The  New  Creation, 113—116 

23.  The  New  Jerusalem 116—119 

24.  The  Jubilee, 120—123 

25.  The  Kingdom  of  God, 124—130 

26.  Missionary, 130—135 

27.  Baptism, 135—140 

28.  The  Lord's  Supper, *       .      140—144 

29.  The  Lord's  Day 145—149 

30.  Sunday  Schools, 150 — 154 

31.  Death 155—157 

32.  Funeral  Occasions, 167 — 160 

33.  Miscellaneous, 160—331 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


•  Hymna.  Harp 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 26 

Almighty  Lord  of  earth  and  skies, 29 

Afflicted  saint,  to  Christ  draw  near, 31 

Attend,  O  Earth,  &c., ,39 

Almighty  God,  thy  piercing  eye, 48 

Author  of  Faith,  to  thee  I  cry, 69 

Away,  my  unbelieving  fear,        ....,,,         63 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise, 64 

Author  of  Faith,  we  seek  thy  face, 65 

Alas  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise, e^J 

Ascending  to  his  Father's  throne, 78 

Am  I  soldfier  of  the  cross, 84 

And  art  thou,  gracious  Master,  gone, 86 

As  much  have  I  of  worldly  good, 90 

Affliction  is  a  stormy  deep, 91 

And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought,    ......     95 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 97 

A  little  while,  our  Lord  shall  come,     ......     98 

Another  weary  day  is  past,  .      • 99 

Awake,  ye  saints,  &c., 106 

Amazing  grace, I07 

Angels,  roll  the  rock  away, 108 

As  Jesus  died,  &c., 112 

All  nature  dies  and  lives  again, 112 

A  mystery  doth  the  gospel  show,      .       .       ,       .       ,       ,        113 

Arise  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair, 125 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song, 127 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name,       ......    129 

Almighty  God,  thy  word  is  cast, 134 

Awake,  ye  saints,  awake, 149 

Attend,  and  mark  the  solemn  fast, 162 

Awake,  my  soul,  &c., 164 

A  poor  wayfaring  man  of  grief, 181 

A  warning  from  heaven, 192 

As  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 205      208 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed,    .       .       .       .        •       205  .    209 
Ah  guilty  sinner,  ruined  by  transgression,       .       .       .316      426 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

Hymns.  Harp. 
Page. 

And  will  the  Judge  descend, 242      274 

Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear, 254  .    300 

Awake  ye,  awake, 266       320 

Angels,  come,  O  come  away, .      ^ 274  .    339 

As  time's  last  sands  seemed  wasting,      ...»   300      384 
Are  we  almost  there 306  .    396 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 5 

Before  thy  mercy  seat, ^^ 

Behold  the  blind  their  sight  receive,        ......  23 

Behold  I  come,  the  Saviour  cries, *       *     ^^ 

Behold,  with  awful  pomp, 42 

Beside  the  gospel  pool, ^^ 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds, 74 

Behold  how  good  a  thing, ^7 

Blessed  Jesus,  heavenly  Lamb, •       •       •  °^ 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow,     ....••••    122 

Buried  beneath  the  yielding  wave, 136 

Bless'd  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart,   .....    174 

By  whom  was  David  taught, 177 

Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see, 178 

Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here, 203      206 

By  faith  we  find  the  place  above, 253  .    298 

Bright  flowing  fountains  now  I  see, 280       347 

Beyond,  where  Cedron's  waters  flow,  .  .  .  •  289  .  362 
Burst,  ye  emerald  gates, 302      387 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 2 

Christians,  brethren,  ere  we  part 3 

Comfort,  ye  ministers  of  grace .  14 

Come  tune,  ye  saints •       .      18 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 19 

Come,  ye  who  love  the  Lord,         ....»•.     22 

Church  of  Christ,  &c., 46 

Come  to  the  ark,  &c., 47 

Come,  weary  souls,  &c., .  49 

Come,  humble  sinner,  &c., 68 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  &c., 65 

Command  thy  blessing  from  above, 75 

Come,  my  soul,  &c.,  .....•••••  82 
Come  on,  my  partners  in  distress,  ,,,...  86 
Christ's  trumpet  sounds,  &c.,    .....•••  88 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name, 129 

Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord,  ......       137 

Come,  Saviour,  let  thy  tokens  prove, 141 

Comej  desire  of  nations,  come, 186 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

Hymnt.  Harp- 
Page. 

Hosanna,  hark,  the  melody, 269      328 

Hark,  hark,  hear  the  blest  tidinsrs,  ....  275  •  340 
He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies,  .  .  .  .307  400 
Hark,  ten  thousand,  thousand  voices,  .  .  .  .  319  .  432 
Hark,  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices,      .       .       .       .320      434 

Inspirer  of  the  sacred  seers,       . 12 

In  the  sun,  and  nioon,  and  stars, 38 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 61 

I  ask  the  Lord,  &c., 71 

I  long  to  behold  him  arrayed, 118 

"  I  come,"  the  great  Redeemer  cries, 139 

I  long  here  have  wandered, 191 

I  want  not  India's  pearly  shore, •       .191 

I  would  not  live  alway, •    214  225 

I  'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord,       ....       218  •  231 

I  never  shall  forget  the  day,    » 234  260 

In  expectation  sweet,        .......       242  •  275 

I  'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I  'm  a  stranger, 258  308 

I  'm  a  lonely  traveller  here,     ......       268  •  326 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives,       .       .       .       .       •    306  398 

In  the  midst  of  temptation,  and  sorrow,  and  strife,  .       326  .  446 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord, 13 

Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness,  ....••  18 

Jesus,  faithful  to  his  word, 37 

Jesus,  we  thy  promise  claim^ •  75 

Jesus,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee,  .....•••  78 

Jesus,  our  hope,  &c.,    ......•••  100 

Jehovah  reigns  !  he  dwells  in  light,         .....  116 

Jerusalem,  my  glorious  home, 116 

Jesus  invites  his  saints, 142 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken,     .....••  171 

Jesus,  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend,        .       .       .       •       219  .  232 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 245  280 

Jesus,  our  Saviour,  says,  &c. 266  .  322 

Jesus  invites  his  saints, •       •    288  360 

Jerusalem,  my  glorious  home,        .       .       .       .       •       318  .  430 

Jesus,  at  thy  command  I  launch, 328  450 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shall  hear, 5 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 7 

Light  of  the  world, 14 

Lord,  in  the  winds,  &c., •7 

Lord,  through  the  dubious  paths  of  life, W 

Lord,  help  us  to  insure, ** 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

Hymns.  Harp. 

Pag«. 

Lord,  a  better  heart  bestow,   ...#.•••48 

Lord,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they, 72 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  &c., ,       .  92 

Lord,  who  hast  suffered  all  for  me,   ......  93 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 133 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend, 134 

Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  us  pray, 146 

Lord,  how  delightful 't  is  to  see, 148 

Lord,  let  a  few  poor  children  raise, 151 

Life  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour, 155 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  peace, 158 

Lord  of  hosts,  to  thee  we  raise, 163 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 196 

Lift  your  heads,  ye  friends  of  Jesus,        ....    224  240 

Lo,  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending,         .       .       .       244  .  278 

Let  the  seventh  angel  sound  on  high,       ....   257  305 

Let  all  that  wait  the  coming  King,       .       .       .       .       290  .  364 

Lord,  what  a  heaven  of  saving  grace,      .       .       .       .308  402 

Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through,  .       .       309  .  406 

My  song  shall  always  be  of  Him, 22 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 68 

My  blessed  Redeemer,  &c.,        .       .       .       .       •      .       .  80 

Meeting  in  the  Saviour's  name, 142 

May  I,  throughout  this  day  of  thine, 145 

My  God,  who  makes  the  sun  to  know, 163 

My  God,  how  endless  is  thv  love, 165 

Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join,        ......  194 

Mid  scenes  of  confusion,  &c., 216  228 

My  Bible  leads  to  glory, •       233  .  256 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 235  261 

My  soul  is  happy  when  I  hear, 237  .  264 

My  heart  was  cold,  lukewarm  was  I,       .       .       .       .    246  282 

Must  Simon  bear  his  cross  alone, 246  .  284 

My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love, 310  410 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys,      .       .       .       .       311.  412 

Mark  that  pilgrim,  lowly  bending 314  424 

Now  to  the  Lamb, 20 

No  longer  far  from  rest  I  roam,         ...••«  83 

Naked,  as  from  the  earth  we  came,      ..•••.  160 

Now  let  us  sing,  &c., 168 

Now  to  heaven  our  prayers  ascending,        ...       321  .  436 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law 11 

Once  more  we  bow  before  our  God 1* 


INDEX    OF   FIRST    LINES. 

Hymnt.  Harp. 

Page. 

0\x !  for  a  thousand  tongaes  to  sing, 20 

Oh !  worship  the  King, 25 

Our  Saviour,  Christ,  will  quickly  come, 37 

Oh,  Jesus,  Lord,  when  shall  we  see,        .....  39 

O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 44 

Oh  for  a  closer  walk  with  Grod, 53 

Our  Heavenly  Father,  hear, 65 

On  Tabor's  top  the  Saviour  stands,  ......  67 

Oh  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 59 

Oh  thou,  whose  all-searching  sight, 70 

Oh  Saviour,  may  we  never  rest, 80 

Oh  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 81 

Oh  't  is  delight,  without  alloy, .  84 

O  thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows,   .....  91 

O  Lord,  whate'er  is  felt  or  feared,         ......  92 

O  tell  me  no  more, 100 

O  glorious  hope,  &c., 101 

O  what  shall  I  do, 102 

O  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me, 105 

O  for  the  eye  of  faith  divine,     .       .      .      .      •      .       .  Ill 

O  the  amazing  change, 115 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus,   ....•••.  127 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead,  .......  128 

O  Saviour,  is  thy  promise  fled,          ......  131 

O  Lord,  and  will  thy  pardoning  love,  .      .       .       .      .       .136 

O  how  charming,  &c., 166 

O  how  happy  are  they, 176 

O  thou  in  whose  presence,  &c.,         ......  179 

Our  Father  in  heaven, 193 

O  turn  ye, 208  214 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand,       ....       209*  216 

O  there  will  be  mourning,   .......    212  222 

O  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh, 213  224 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing,         .       .       .       .       221  .  235 

O  the  amazing  pomp, 241  .  272 

O  Saviour  (^  sinners, 271  330 

O  sinner,  come,  without  delay, 277  .  343 

O  spare  thy  people.  Lord, .   2SI  348 

O  exiled  paradise, 284  •  354 

O  no,  we  cannot  sing  our  songs, 285  356 

On  the  high  cliffs  of  Jordan, 291  .  368 

O,  hail,  happy  day, 293  371 

Our  Father,  who  in  heaven  art, 294  .  372 

O  come,  come  away,    ........   295  374 

Our  bondage,  it  will  end, 296.  37S 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 


O  glorious  day  of  heavenly  rest,  . 

Praise  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee, 
Praise  to  him  by  whose  kind  favor, 
Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  darlc  despair, 
Patience  !  oh  what  a  grace  divine. 
Pour  out  thy  spirit  from  on  high, 
Praise  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above, 

Quiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart. 


Rejoice  !  the  Lord  is  King,     . 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest,    ^    . 
Righteous  God,  whose  vengeful  vials, 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  the  promised  time. 


Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 

Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace, 

See,  the  gloomy  gathering  clouds, 

Sinners  !  the  call  obey, 

Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure. 

Show  pity,  Lord,  &c., 

Saviour,  at  thy  feet  we  bow, 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  &c.,         .       .       . 

Sweet  are  the  gifts,  &c., 

Saviour,  through  the  desert  lead  us, 

Sweet  rivers  of  redeeming  love,     . 

Six  thousand  years  are  nearly  past,  . 

Shall  I,  for  fear  of  feeble  man, 

Salem's  great  King,  Jesus  by  name, 

Stricken,  smitten  and  afflicted, 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 

Since  Jesus  freely  did  appear, 

See  Sodom  wrapt  in  fire,     .       . 

See  the  eternal  Judge  descending. 

Stand  the  omnipotent  decree, 

See,  brethren,  see  how  the  day  rolls  on. 

Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord,  . 

Star  of  our  hope, 

Son  of  God,  thy  people's  shield. 
Saviour,  haste,  our  souls  are  waiting,  . 
Soon  will  the  sleeping  martyrs  rise,  . 


To  thy  temple  we  repair, 

The  counsels  of  redeeming  grace, 

'T  was  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 


Hymns.  Harp. 

Page. 

316      428 


125  .  125 

146  146 

236  .  262 

252  296 


220 

225  . 

243 

250  : 

255 

267 

272 

272 

282 


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INDEX    OF   FIRST    LINES. 

Mi/mne,  Harp, 
Page. 

Thy  presence,  gracious  God,  afford, 17 

That  man  no  guard  or  weapon  needs, 28 

The  Lord  our  Saviour  will  appear,    ......  33 

The  gathering  clouds  with  aspect  dark, 35 

The  Lord  shall  come,  the  earth  shall  quake,  ....  36 

The  great  archangel's  trump  shall  sound,        ....  40 

Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, .41 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come, 42 

The  angel  comes,  &c.. 43 

Thougli  troubles  assail, 62 

'T  is  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 63 

Tell  me  no  more,  &c., •  68 

The  Lord  of  hosts  is  on  my  side, .  85 

The  Christian  warrior,  &c., 89 

To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 106 

These  glorious  ones,  how  bright  they  shine,  ....  107 

The  morning  flowers,  &c., 109 

The  glorious  day  is  coming, 114 

Triumphant  Zion,  lift  thy  head 119 

Thy  kmgdom  come,  &c.j 124 

The  Saviour  comes,  &c.,         ....               ...  125 

Thou  hast  said,  exalted  Jesus, 135 

'T  was  on  that  dark  and  doleful  night,         .....  140 

The  blessed  memorials  of  thy  grief, 141 

The  day  approacheth,  O  my  soul, 144 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made,        .       .       .       .       .  147 

The  praises  of  my  tongue, 151 

The  Sabbath  day  is  come  again, 152 

The  darkness  is  over,  the  sun  is  on  high, 154 

The  fast  which  is  the  Lord's  delight, 161 

Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on, 165 

The  pleasures  of  earth,  &c., 169 

To  leave  my  dear  friends,  &c.,      ...       •      .       .       .  180 

Thine  oath  and  promise,  mighty  God, 187 

There  is  a  world  to  come, 188 

There  is  a  land,  a  better  land,  &c., 189 

The  clouds  at  length  are  breaking,       .       .       .       .       197  .  199 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest,      .       .       .       .       .199  200 

This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 200  .  201 

The  voice  of  free  grace, 206  210 

The  chariot,  the  chariot,         .       •      .       .       •      ,       212  .  221 

Though  in  the  outward  church  below,    ....    215  226 

The  Lord  is  our  shepherd, ,       220  .  234 

The  night  is  wearing  fast  away, 228  246 

The  last  lovely  morning,         ....       •      .       232  .  255 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

Hymns.  Harp, 
Page. 

The  spirit  in  our  hearts, 240  .  271 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne,         .              .   256  303 

The  God  of  Abraham  praise, 259  .  310 

To-day  the  Saviour  calls, 264  315 

The  church  in  her  militant  state,          .       .       .       .       276  •  342 

'T  is  the  last  call  of  mercy, 283  352 

There  is  a  King  of  glory 297  .  378 

The  gloomy  night  of  sadness, 305  394 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love,     .       •       .       310  .  408 

There  is  a  hope  within  my  breast 311  414 

There  is  a  happy  land,     .       .       .        ....       314  .  422 

That  glorious  uay  is  drawing  nigh, 327  448 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb 159 

Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu, 132 

We  bless  thee,  Lord,  that  we  have  met, 7 

What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, II 

What  IS  the  chaff,  the  word  of  man, 11 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross,         .....  21 

What  shall  1  render  to  my  God, 26 

Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night, 32 

When  a  black  o'erspreading  cloud, 35 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet,   ......  54 

Where  two  or  three  together  meet, 56 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  &c., 66 

Who  will  arise' and  plead  my  right, 72 

What  means  this  conflict  in  my  heart, 87 

Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  heirs  of  nope, 95 

When  wild  confusion  wrecks  the  air 101 

With  hope  deferred,  &c., 103 

When  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice, 110 

What  heavenly  music  do  I  hear, 120 

When  shall  I  see  the  day, 120 

Wake  the  song  of  jubilee, 123 

While  in  this  sacred  rile  of  thine, 137 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace, 142 

With  Jesus  in  our  midst, 144 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 145 

When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose, 148 

When  daily  I  kneel  down  to  pray, 152 

Who  taught  the  bird  to  build  her  nest, 153 

Why  should  I  say  't  is  yet  too  soon, .154 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die, 156 

Why  sleep  ye,  my  brethren,  &c., 170 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

Hymns.  Harp, 
Page. 

What  poor  despised  company, 175 

While  nature  was  sinking,  &c.,        ......  183 

We  shall  see  the  Saviour  coming, 193 

What  sound  is  this  salutes  my  ear, 210  218 

When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain,       .       .       .       217  .  230 

Wandering  pilgrims,  mourning'Christians,    .       .       .    223  238 

We  are  living,  we  are  dwelling 229  .  248 

When  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer, 239  270 

We  shall  see  a  light  appear, 247  .  286 

When  strangers  stand  and  hear  me  tell,          .       .       .251  294 

When  the  King  of  kings  comes, 261.  312 

When  the  harvest  is  past,  &c., 264  316 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing, 265.  319 

Weary  pilgrim,  why  this  sadness, 279  346 

What  heavenly  music,  &c., 292  .  370 

Watchmen,  onward  to  your  stations,       ....    303  390 

Where'er  I  go  I'll  tell  the  story,  &c.,  ....       304  .  392 

Worthy,  worthy  is  the  Lamb, 322  438 

When  shall  we  meet  again, 323  .  440 

Why  that  look  of  sadness, 324  442 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear, 325  .  444 

We  have  heard  from  the  bright,  the  better  land,   .      .    329  452 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends,  ....       330  .  454 

Ve  servants  of  the  Lord, 97 

Ye  living  men,  the  tomb  survey, .  157 

Ye  jewels  of  our  Master 172 

Ye  who  know  your  sins  forgiven,          ....       227  .  244 

You  will  see  your  Lord  a  coming, 233  2C3 

Ye  virgin  souls,  arise, 248  .  283 

Your  harps,  ye  mourning  saints, 282  351 

Ye  who  rose  to  meet  the  Lord, 287  .  353 

Ye  saints  of  God,  awake  to  duty, 312  418 

Ye  Christian  heroes,  go  proclaim,       .      .       .      .       321.  435 

Zion,  the  city  of  our  God, 118 


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